My mind made it.
I drop the top to the portion, I stick out my head and scream, mama, man.
Mama bitch.
Happy Ballet!
They call me the Kitties.
I drop the top to the Porsche and I stick out my head and scream, Mama, ever since I was a little kid.
I wanted to make you proud.
I know I put you through a lot of shit.
I'm sorry the calling was loud, but you, you let me drop out of school.
All of your friends used to call you a fool.
Now when I go home, I pull up in the coupe and ask all my lawyer cousins what to do, what to do.
How you feel?
You like my car?
Check the grill.
Don't worry, I got it.
I paid the bill.
The papers is lined.
I just made a meal.
I should play you my new song with Talib.
Man, that shit is sounding amazing.
I drop the time to the portion.
I stick out my head and scream, mama.
Mama bitch.
Happy belay.
They call me the greatest.
I drop the top to the post and I stick out my head and scream.
Mamma mia
Happy belated.
They call me the credits.
I drop the top to the post and I stick out my head and scream, Mama, I just read the papers.
They wrote a whole lot of fake stuff.
I hope that it didn't affect you.
We got this far through the power of prayer.
Mama, I'm finally famous.
That's why they trying to break us.
We broke the rules so they hate us.
These motherfuckers suspending the papers.
Sorry for swearing, mama.
I don't mean to disrespect you.
It's just that I hate it.
When my fame gets to affect you, mother, anyway, I hope that you're good.
I love you.
Your son is a steiner.
I drop the time to the portion.
I stick out my head and scream, mama.
Mama met.
Happy belated.
They call me the greatest.
I drop the top to the post and I stick out my head and scream, oh my man.
My, my mate.
Happy belated.
They call me the greatest.
I drop the top to the post and I stick out my head and scream, Mama!
You would think they'd be chillin' at the Ox Park.
And we just stealing out my hope Only on my second novel And I'm about to fill the door
Hey, niggas, aren't you trying to fight with me?
And niggas should be taking notes.
Ay, nigga, I done went platinum before you niggas went gold.
