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Dear Mama
Dear
Mama told me
I'm a have to
Make it one day
All the times
We spent together
Had to throw it away
Shawty going through some things
I got to have it some way
Anytime we get together
It was on a Sunday
Yeah mama told me that
I'm finally make it some day
Workout hustling
Out here struggling
Trynna get to the cake
Fuck that negativity
Get the fuck out the way
Can I at least get a raise
From the minimum wage yeah
Make it one day
Feel up the space
Pick up the pace
We doing the race
Hop out the wraith
Among the greats
Seeing our dreams
But they love to hate
We stay making and spending this cake
Light skin but no were not drake
They said we were tripping ok
Put the beats on like dre
Running it up
Pick up the loot
I got a saber that's ready to shoot
I got to pace
I'm drinking myself
Really I'm dead
Till I'm blue
Racking I'm stacking
Till I'm threw
It's a fiend habit
Stuck like glue
Hop out in a demon
Till I'm ghost
Niggas be hating
Doing the most
I called a toast
For that broke bitch
That used to roast
She didn't love me
Said I'm ugly
Wouldn't fuck me
But I boast
Hopped up in a boat
Then I coast
Then I go
With the drippy trippy flow
To the throat
I get them choked
Fuck it
Mama told me
I'm a have to
Make it one day
All the times
We spent together
Had to throw it away
Shawty going through some things
I got to have it some way
Anytime we get together
It was on a Sunday
Yeah mama told me that
I'm finally make it some day
Workout hustling
Out here struggling
Trynna get to the cake
Fuck that negativity
Get the fuck out the way
Can I at least get a raise
From the minimum wage yeah
It was 9 am
On that Sunday morning
I didn't have a dollar
I didn't have a wallet
Shawty slide on the side
With the guys or the guys on it
Want it
What about them other guys
Other guys on ya
What about you mesmerized
Mesmerized on ya
Need a apple pie
Apple apple pie on ya
You wasn't feeling mine
Feeling feeling mine on ya
What about
What about them
Other guys on ya
Memorized
And
Mesmerized on ya
Need a apple pie
Need a apple pie on ya
You wasn't my homie
You wasn't mind on them
Mama told me
I'm a have to
Make it one day
All the times
We spent together
Had to throw it away
Shawty going through some things
I got to have it some way
Anytime we get together
It was on a Sunday
Yeah mama told me that
I'm finally make it some day
Workout hustling
Out here struggling
Trynna get to the cake
Fuck that negativity
Get the fuck out the way
Can I at least get a raise
From the minimum wage yeah
I'm just a visitor
Got to love the motherlands
Smoke it till I'm hovering
I gave up recovering
Thought till yourself
That's when you see
The money coming in
Yeah
WRITERS
Darnell Coutain, Kameron Gunby, King Osei
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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