Corrección Letra Mama/Show Love par Logic

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Mama, look at me now
Mama, look at me now
I got the juice, coming for you and I'm bringing the noose
Leaving 'em hanging, my shit banging
Second that I came in the game, I'm aiming
Hold up, wait a minute, break it down for the lame one
I'm killin' everybody, I'm the MC that the MCs study
Look up to me, little buddy
Do it like me, little buddy
Save yo' money, don't think about a Beamer

'Til ya sellin' out arenas, and you're ballin' like a
Ballin'-ballin'-ballin'-ballin'-
Everybody wonder what it be like
Now it what it seem like, now it what it dream like
Go like green light, somethin' what it fiend like
Do it for the drug, then we do it for the love
And we do it for the high that we get, when we ride in the whip
And somebody pull up on you and they vibe-vibe-vibing your shit
Mama (Yeah, uh), look at me now
Mama look what you created, now I'm super faded
And I'm truly hated 'cause I'm real rich
But she too elated 'cause she knew we made it
Got the Louis sueded on some trill shit

I be coolin' nigga, making stupid figures
But the truth is realer than the fake shit
Know they shoot the killers and produce the triggers
I go two gorillas on some Bape shit
Look at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and extortion
The range and the Porches, the same but it's gorgeous
Mama called me, said your name on the Forbes list
Thank god your daddy never paid for abortion
But sharing clothes, good times I'ma cherish those
Now I'm stuck doing Paris shows
Embarrass hoes, I'm carousel, I'm careless though, I bear the toe
Don't dare your soul (My god)
Mama, look at me now

Ayy, I'm the one that's waiting from, they get it done
I'm killing them without a gun
Take it in, rake it in like a leaf, I'm a money tree
Keep it goin', keep it goin', get the money, get the money
When it's sunny, 'cause when themclouds come
I can promise it's depression
That's when you learn your lesson

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