Momma

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Hey mama, are you proud of me?

Did I grow up to be everything you thought I'd be?

And hey mama,

I know it was hard.

But you gave me more than I could ever repay you for.

I love you mama. Mama, mama, mama, mama.

Mama.

Look. Mama. When I was young, me and my mama had smoke.

Young and misunderstood, them times I hated the most. Hard to put on a smile when my generation was broke.

And a baby's raising a child, a section eight the result.

Slaving, working all day for that minimum wage and it's small.

Daddy ain't had no money, no occupation at all. ADHD all in me, I'm bouncing off of the walls.

My mama ain't had no patience and my frustration evolved.

Acting up in the class, my teachers think I'm psychotic. I just wanted attention for times that I never got it.

Adding to all the stress and I learned some lessons about it.

But I just needed affection 'cause I was reckless without it.

Thankful for what you gave to me, even if you ain't got it. Sacrifices you made for me, I knew nothing about it. Told you one day

I'd make it and then I made you a promise.

If I made you anything, then I hope I made you the proudest. For real. Hey mama, oh mama, are you proud of me?

Did I grow up to be everything you thought I'd be?

And hey mama,

I know it was hard. So hard.

But you gave me more than I could ever repay you for.

I love you mama. Yeah.

I love you mama. I love you mama. Love you mama.

Uh, sitting in my bedroom plotting how to get us rich.

And I was only nine, them cockroaches was a bitch. Shit, we gon' be fine, step-pops was making flips.

Working full time, he taught me how to raise some kids.

Even if they wasn't mine, living with my sisters and we stuck together.

To the times I felt alone, they helped make my depression better. Some days my mama almost broke down, but I couldn't let her.

The older that I got, the more I understood her better.

And she the realest one around, I got a real homie.

Mama always held me down when papa done bailed on me. We ain't always see eye to eye, but she'll kill for me.

Send a nigga to the sky and then go to jail for me.

Love what you gave to me, even when you ain't got it. Sacrifices you made for me, I knew nothing about it.

Told you one day I'd make it and then I made you a promise.

If I made you anything, then I hope I made you the proudest. For real. Hey mama, hey mama, are you proud of me?

Did I grow up to be everything you thought I'd be? Oh.

And hey mama, hey mama, I know it was hard. It was hard.

But you gave me more than I could ever repay you for.

I love you mama. Mama, mama, mama, mama.

I love you mama.

Love you mama.

I love you mama.