Correction Paroles Love You For That par Fredo

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Ayy yo, mommy
It's my first album
You know I had to do something for you
Real street niggas know, man
Sometimes out here, it's like, all you got's your gun
And your mom
Real shit

Mom, I know I was a bad kid, but I thought I'd never have shit
The olders made the packs flip and I liked how they had it
You really tried your best, mom, I love you for that
Never flushed away my pebs, mom, I love you for that
Wrote me letters in the pen, I wanna hug you for that
Told me watch out for my friends, you know I trust you with that
Any time that we got raided you felt under attack
But you always let me come back, mom, I love you for that

It feels good to know I'm makin' you proud
To know I'm makin' you smile
Now you can be proud when you say I'm your child
Not to mention, I just made an account
There's no more losses when they're raidin' me now
But I can't lie, though, I been paid for a while
Mom, I'm sorry for them times I didn't never listen
I missed all my GCSEs when I went to prison
I know you hated that
And I wish that I could take it back
But school, I never stayed in that
'Cause it wasn't payin' man
I know that you were stressed when I left
But I had pebs in the ends
And you wanted Fred in by 10
That wouldn't work out
My whole block knows I didn't get here the easy way
Damn, I'm coolin' on remand 'til I beat the case
I still spend four bills a month to keep my beater safe
My workers spend a whole hour coolin' at the meetin' place
Now I'm phonin', lookin' for my box just like my pizza's late
You brought me into life and I wasn't livin' right

Look at how times have changed
Went from ridin' trains
Now I'm buyin' diamond chains
Yo, I think our lives are saved
Damn, I'm sorry for the stress
Plus I'm sorry for the jail visits
I'm sorry for the feds
I'm sorry for the kitchen knives
I'm sorry for the pebs
Not to mention, sorry for them promises never kept
Like goin' back to prison
We used to tell my little bro
"I'm goin' on a mission"
He's older now, so we ain't gotta trick him
But you raised him right
And I'm sorry for them times you wait late at night
Just to hear your son reach home from his crazy life
Any time them feds came arrestin' me for stabbings
You'd be questioned, did I stab them?
I'd just say it was the mandem
I remember when you finally accepted I was trappin'
And said I should invest it into fashion
I was hella shocked
'Cause you know that from a young age I was gettin' guap
But you would still watch with some hope that I would get a job
We weren't the young niggas, the OGs could go send to shop
The OGs used to give us burners then we'd let 'em pop
Have you ever set up shop and then end up in a box?
And by the time you come home, man the line can't even sell a rock

Ayy, but mommy
I need to make sure you heard what I was sayin' to you, mom
Listen

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