Letras
Our father who art in heaven
Hallowed be thy name
Mama can't afford a
So can you please protect me from the rain
The sun shall burn me as the world shall turn me
I guess it's too much change
They say a family that prays together, stays together
My pops never came to church
I guess my birth was the relationship severing, pay
'Cause after that he never made it work
I guess I was my mother's bundle of joy, literally
Washed away all the dirt
Her painkillers washed away the hurt
My fame washed away the smirks
We can't laugh no more
'Cause she ain't asking for no ketchup, no sugar or no cash no more
So now all the nosy neighbors can ask is when I'm coming back off tour
Mama just smile with a face of grace
It took a few Hail Marys and Amazing Grace
For God to finally save the place
Take care of her baby on his paper chase
We made it through the shoulda, coulda, wouldas
And now life is better than, better than, better than
We made it through (We made it through)
So that means that you can make it too (Make it too)
Gotta open your eyes, take this view
Have skyscraper thoughts, that's the heights we tryna take it to
The world is yours, but don't mean that it'll wait for you
I'm not a superstar, I'm someone you related to
I only had one mission to get in this rap business
As a youth, stayed hungry, writing my raps in the kitchen
Mumble under my breath, mama tell me to wash the dishes
But it's like we swapped eyes how she always saw my vision
Little niggas had dreams to be the Pistons
Every summer I was spitting, some ignored it, some would listen
Mama buying more equipment every birthday, every Christmas
Pops tried to be there, but what killed us was the distance
The music is what healed us, we ain't sitting at the table
But moms and pops conversate, they just happy that I made it
Remember mama slaving, working harder than Jamaicans
Time is money, now look how we rewarded for our patience