เนื้อเพลง Mama Told Me - Tory Lanez
เนื้อเพลง Mama Told Me
[Hook:]
My mama always told me I would have the hits
She wasn't alive to see me have a hit
Had to make decisions, go and hit the road
[Verse 1:]
That was back when Keisha and Nelly had a kid
N*gga had to sell about a quarter ounce
Sold pop of front of summin' like a whore house
He said why you never get to see me at the crib
Step mama moved in, n*gga so I bounced
Real sh*t, if I had to sell a quarter water
Only thing I gotta do I get rent pay
Told the teachers, n*gga I'm a be a f*ckin' rebel
Dropped out next week, that was 10th grade
Yeah, rich young n*gga, I came up
Told you n*ggas I would get my change up
Put 7 8 9 10 chains up
F*ck the gram
This show me where I came from
Yo
Know we in the place
Hit the Ricky Bobby with the.40 on my waist
Gold grill shinin' like a Rollie in my face
I just hit a point like I'm Kobe with the play
Talkin' to the kid, dawg, n*ggas pissed off
We came here after the plays lift off
N*gga, you are now talkin' to the kid, foo'
Lot of n*ggas talk the sh*t but they ain't really with the sh*t
For a rich n*gga, rich n*gga
All my n*ggas stars, when you see us
You are lookin' at a big dipper
Oh boy, oh God, let a n*gga win, we gon' buy the whole store
One umbrella, yeah
I told you n*ggas I told you n*ggas
[Hook:]
My mama always told me I would have the hits
She wasn't alive to see me have a hit
Had to make decisions, go and hit the road
[Verse 2:]
Young black n*gga stickin' to the code
Had a court case I done tossed that
Couple ex b*tches I divorced that
I remember when I could not afford that
Couldn't even sign for it, had to forge that
Eh, money on my mind, got the ambition and the grind
Hang a f*ck n*gga like he dryin'
One twelfth rhyme
Bout to order stake with the fries
Used to eat the main chow chicken with the salad one time
Every n*gga workin' in the trap
Pray to Lord, help you if you servin' with the strap
Wait, J., you know I deserve me a plaque
If it ain't comin' to me, n*gga, I murder a track
I'm a rich young n*gga from the (416)
Same b*tches hatin' they be on my d*ck
Every year boy, we real heavy ova here, boy
I waited for my time, now the sh*t is finally here, boy
[Interlude:]
Finally here boy
My n*ggas finally here boy
All the sh*t up in a year boy
Standing right here boy
It's clear boy
When I step up in the airport, hold up
Wall to wall money, I done did it
N*gga I'm the truth and I admit it
Contracts gettin' written I'm the n*gga
Air Jordan, my nation, Scottie Pippen
Killas on the payroll
They'll shoot it if I say so
2014, I ain't really for the beef
I just want the f*ckin' peso
Yeah, and the cheese with the queso
100 G in the case, Lord
We was just some lil n*ggas last year
Playin' with them lil things off safe mode
Young n*gga, had to get the money and the funds quicker
I don't wanna have n*ggas sleepin' on my sh*t
After a n*gga dropped this one