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Dear Mom
When I was young, me and Ma had beef
17 years old, kicked out on the street, I deserved that
I'm ashamed of the way I used to speak to you
Wish I could, but I can't reverse that
Especially to you
Your daddy told you that a woman's place
Is in the house and not in the school
So you paid your own tuition
Got your own degree
Started your own business and then you had me
How can I repay the lady
That looked me in my eyes when I took my first breath?
Held my little hand when I took my first step
I can't wait to sell out that arena on my own for the first time
You always told me, "It's not your first try, it's how many tries after that"
I mean, how lucky am I that I was born and you were mine?
Shit, life's crazy
You know, my parents used to worry about me
'Cause I barely talked to anybody, just made beats
Now isn't it ironic I get paid by the syllable?
I gotta thank 'em though, I know it can be difficult
As I tiptoe in and out of zip codes
All on a mission of love, that's what I live for
I got big dreams, Ma, I got big goals
You see my old ones now because I lived those, woo!
You gotta admit, Ma
I told you I would get into Duke, and I did, Ma
I told you I would get signed, and I did, Ma
Look at this, Ma! Look at this, Ma!
But as I get older, you do too
Our time gets shorter, and that's just the truth
So I leave with three words
They are not eloquent
They are cliché
And they are not clever
They are, "I-love-you"