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I'm a do this one here for my momma


When I was young me and my mama rolled deep
Watchin daddy lose his mind tot hese muthafuckin streets
Running the rooms, scared to go home, living in dooms
Saying prayers looking at the moon
And you've always been a black queen momma
Cause yeen never been no crackfien momma
Look, and when my daddy fuckin life was over
I watched you cry for two hours on your mommas shoulder
This for them soldiers who was raised by they momma
Cause daddy was gone, she held it down at thangsgivin
Made her kids be strong, expelled from school,
Not scared to go home because my fuckin mama cool.
But when I started sellin dope she used to search for me,
Ridin cryin, thinkin somebody they gon murder me.
She put me out fo her house, since I was hurtin her heart,
She askin God, Why are you doin this to my babyboy
She teachin kids, and she tryna teach a baby gangster
She cook a meal everynight, for that I thank her.
She used to send me to my relatives, cause it got to a point,
Where momma couldn't tell me shit. And I was missin my dad so bad
That I ain't listen to my momma, and that was all I had.
Now I bless her everynight, cause I'm grown.
Our love super strong, and she gotta hold on.


She sweet as sweet Sady
Momma!
Dats my baby...
Momma! Momma!
U remember how daddy used to act,
Act so crazy...
And I thank you for the Blessings you did.
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I used to always tell you momma, keep ya head up,
Tears dropping from your eyes, I kno u fed up,
Fresh outta work, to the kitchen tryna fix a plate,
Before work she in the mirror, tryna fix her face,
No one could ever take my place cause u my one and only,
You my nigga, and forreal you my closest homie,
She used to iron my clothes, everytime I go to school,
Wipping the cold out my eyes, that's my baby boo,
She gotta heart made outta gold, like she God angel,
She go to church every Sunday, and say God Thank Ya
And when my daddy used to hit me, she would holla stop
Got to the point, where she would threaten to even call the cops,
She used to be like why are you hittin him and you smokin rocks
I used to be like oooh i wish i had a 40 glock
but daddy weren't always mean fo real when he was sober he was a soldier on da battle out of field and my brother stayed quiet he aint talk at all me and tobaris trying to lock my daddy out the house, do you remeber playing bingo when times hard yea i remeber fight nija and tjshawd remember mama put me on the plane at 9 and 10 she tried to get me out this hell that i was livin in, remember mama on huh knees cuz huh baby wildin now when she see them rose golds my baby smillin



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