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INRTO: For Every Real n***a Who Got A Mama Much Love To The Ones Who Lost Theirs Man (Yea,Yea,Yea,Yea,Yeaah) My T-Lady Call The Police On Me She Say Lil Melvin Look I Put You In Jail Cause I Heard You Was Gettin Shot At I Rather Visit You In Jail Than Visit You At Ya Grave So Look Tho I Know My Mama Was Tired Of Me Sellin Dope Since Middle School Come In The House When I Wanted To It Was A Lot Of Sh*t She Couldn’t Hide From Me (Like What) Like Mama Was A Hustler, (Yeah) Boyfriend He Had Customers What They Think 3 Hustle For (Why They Lyin On Me) I Used To Love This Hoe But She Crossed That Line I Went To TYC She Had A Baby On Me When I Took That Time (I Did) Nah He Ain’t Mine But I Kept Him With Me I Swear To God (Yea) Four Years Passed By I Ain’t Seen Him Since But I Know He Fine 13030 Stoney Crook Days I Had Crooked Ways Doin n***as Dirty That Was DND You Know Forest Ln Young n***a Servin Cigarette Plus We Four Deep Big Mama’s Chicken We Splitting A 4-Piece 50¢ Soda From The Candy Lady In The Hood Hoes Couldn’t Stand Me Baby I Used To F*ck Friends Damn He Crazy A Street n***a Is What Mama Raised I Had A Broken Home But Mama Gave It The Heart Of Gold So Imma Shine And Make It On My Soul Imma Grind And Take It Before I’m Gone Imma Climb To Greatness They Ask Me Why I Sang I Tell Em I Can’t Lie Mama Had Me On The East Side At Greater Hope In That Church Choir (Straight Up) Look Me In My Eye I Won’t Testify Before I Do Put Me In A Casket And Set 3 On Fire This A Letter To My Mama Nem Look I Know We Never Had Sh*t But Girl I’m Glad You Had Me For Them 9 Months You Carried Me You Pushed Out A Savage So I’m Doin It For My Mama Nem Somebody Go Tell My Mama (Somebody Go Tell My Mama) That Her Son Can F*ck A Bad B*tch And He Look Like His Daddy On The Cool He Glad You Had Him For Them 9 Months You Carried Him My Mama Nem What You Know About Being 15 At That Corner Store Dorito Bag Full Of Dime Sacks With That Burner On Me These Young n***as Claimin These Cliques Shootin Up Sh*t And I Done Already Did It ???? To Buy A Whole Thang Two Cell Phones Gettin It Why They Hatin On Me Yeah But I Ain't Trippin Cause They B*tch Really Like It She Waiting On Me She Ain’t Seen Nothin Like It She Spend That Paper On 3 And If I Let Her One Night It Bet She Gone Stay For A Week And When I Pull Up In The Hood I’m Flexin On Em (They Hate That) Three Years Ago State Locked Me Down I Couldn’t Shake That If You Got It Know I’m Gone Take That Don’t Fantasize I State Facts The B*tch Ass Fat She Shake That I’m A Squad n***a And I Hate Rats This For My Mama My Daddy My Brother My Sister My Auntie My Uncle Tell Em I Got Em We Came From The Struggle Imma Get Us Out The Gutta Ran My Sack Up With My Young n***a Hustle And I’m Still Yellin Free Gutta That’s On My Mama Look Tell Em I Got Her Tell My Young n***as I Love Em This A Letter To My Mama Nem Look I Know We Never Had Sh*t But Girl I’m Glad You Had Me For Them 9 Months You Carried Me You Pushed Out A Savage So I’m Doin It For My Mama Nem Somebody Go Tell My Mama (Tell Somebody Go Tell Nicole) That Her Son Can F*ck A Bad B*tch And He Look Like His Daddy On The Cool He Glad You Had Him For Them 9 Months You Carried Him My Mama Nem That’s A Letter To My Mama A Letter To My Granny A Letter To My Auntie That’s A Letter To My Potnas That’s A Letter To The Streets
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