Mama this one’s for you Oh mama I saw the world And it was good Every step I took you held my hand And watched me grow You’ll never know How much I love you And I am not afraid, I’m not afraid I finally grew

And when I got home, before I said amen Asking God if he could play it again Our song is a slamming screen door Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window When we're on the phone, and you talk real slow 'Cause it's late and your mama don't know Our song

Mama told me (aye) not to sell work (mama) Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white) Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah) Young nigga poppin' with a pocket full of cottage (ay) Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin (ay) Had to cop the Audi,

I ain't tryna let my mama down (down, down, down) Do it for the hood, nigga, rep Southside with an F 'cause I'm fresh Yeah, I'm just tryna make my mama proud, yeah (proud, yeah) Yeah, mama ain't raise no ho, one more time Yeah, my mama ain't raise no ho

Man, oh my God Then I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ball Tiki Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (hot) Make 'em spend that money, dummy, go retarded for me (pop it) Pop it, pop it, she get started, she won't ever stop it Little thottie, got her

That's what I call home Daddy don't know a stranger A handshake and he's your friend Oh and Mama she's an angel She'll hold you tight till the heartache ends Just a place made of nails and wood But it's the love that makes you feel so good That's what I

I don't know how I'm gonna tell you I can't play with you no more I don't know how I'm gonna do what mama told me My friend the boy next door I can't believe what people saying You're gonna let your hair hang down I'm satisfied to sit here working all

I said baby mama, I don't know your name But I said baby, sugar I can play your game Every night when we leave the hall I see you hanging around You want to ride in my big black car baby Want to go uptown I know who you are baby I know what they call you

Did all this dirt and still ain't dirty (still ain't dirty) Did all this dirt and still ain't dirty Baby, I'm on to ya so don't worry (so don't worry) I'm in the field without no jersey (without no jersey) I came through, popped up on the first day (on

Mama said I was bad, I did something to her head. Well, I was born on a Sunday; on Thursday I had me a job. I was born on a Sunday; by Thursday I was workin' out on the job. I ain't never had no day off since I learned right from wrong. And poppa threw