Letter to My Mama

Ahh
Woo
Woo
Just listen
So i got plenty things on my mind that
I intend to do
My vision couldn't be that blur i
Got jobs to do
My mama was number one i couldn't
Tell all i was supposed to do
I'm damn too sick shouldn't her well
Being be the first i care to know
Life never treated us well she struggled
To make me have what other kids were
Able to use i was so blind of childishness
All i knew was to demand for more
No daddy her purse wasn't capable
Of giving me more instead she went
On her knees
And prayed to God to provide for us
More
I never knew anybody all i knew was mom
Many niggas i met never knew where i was
Really from
I took up all the pains so i'd never be
Deformed
I was not like every kid so I should better
Be informed
No my life should be working smoothly
Cause i no too they form
I don drink garri tire i even mix am with
Salt watin you gain if you be boss and your
Mama still they beg for garri
Fake niggas everywhere hiding update from
People you call your real g's
Sure those years you swore you'll never
Relate with any bad energy
Na when hands scrub each other na him
Them go clean
We ain't all perfect not all we dreamt
Could be no reason am if you say i no real
I promised mama something that must be
Archieved
I dream big and i think big all all my
Days are big deeds
No daddy to say hi i don't mind cause
My life is still big
Damn all this fucking haters thinking
I can't be
My success go shock all of unna like
Something that can't blink
Your mother is your first friend your best
Friend your forever friend
The woman who stays by your side when
You cheat when you steal when you kill
When you lie when you fall she's ready
To pick you up bring you up cheer you
Up bring you bread spread your bed
The last dime she gat spend it all never
Mind if that's all thinking none if she
Got any another source
You're my pride you're my prime you're
My prize give give you all
Stay tuned to call someone who never
Waited until i've been chased out of
School before you call on earth i suppose
You're my God I get familiar with lot of
Lies from my squad
My mama never wait to be told to be praying
For me
Heaven and earth gat to pass away but your
Lessons never left i better gats to confess
You're my all and a blessing to me
You should better be prepared for more
Cause no one can go against it
Better melodies better days bad days
Are gone posh and lambo mama bill them
On my head they ain't got nothing to be all
They gat is to hate
I live large and to the top i'm getting there
They is nonstop
All this haters thinking i can't get to the top
I dream big everyday cause i want to make
It hard to the top
I promise my mama I'm gonna get her
Something that will be nonstop
Everyday i wanna be the best i gotta pray
Everyday never to stop never to rely on my
Glory cause i got many things that i have
To do
I hope you get it
I hope you get it