Mama

I love you mommy, haha

For real, thanks for raising me

You know what I'm saying

Come on, let's do it Greg

Let me hit y'all, check it out

I remember when I was a youngster on the block, roof at yoking

At 14 smoking and introduced to a thug

I was just all about Adidas and Pumas

At 14 I tried to fuck every bitch with a rumor

Back the fuck up, I went from good to bad

At 15 I was looking at three to a bag

See I wasn't new to the law, they knew me well

On a first name basis to a number on a cell

Thought it was cool, to be the tough class prankster

And to other little juveniles, I was known as a gangster

Life, is what it was

I knew I was the terror, street stalker, Vietnam New Yorker

I was a shorty living fast, get it?

Innocent at times but they, knew that I did it

Committed to the life of crime

If you didn't understand, I was out for mine

That's why my momma told me

Mom, I'm living better now, thanks to you

Got my head together now, thanks to you

Momma you raised a thug, but I turned up living

Into getting riches, legally, uh huh

Ayo my mom she's a trooper, I decided to stray

I went from hood to hood to make everything good

Thought the streets was watching

Thought the streets was talking to me

Rocking gabardines, and them British walkers sitting on me

As a young one, kicked out of Brooklyn

A hard headed little nigga, headed to Queens

Got kicked out the crib cause I ain't wanna get a job

And when rent came bi-weekly, I robbed bi-weekly

True story, remember when the beepers came

And the streets had fame, and you died for the name

Until my dude, caught a wind of this shit

Yo it ended so quick, I thought my ma was on some thug shit

Mom, I'm living better now, thanks to you

Got my head together now, thanks to you

Momma you raised a thug, but I turned up living

Into getting riches, legally, uh huh