letter 2 my momma (Explicit)

letter 2 my momma (Explicit) - 21 Savage

Lyrics by：Shayaa Joseph/Ahmar Bailey

Composed by：Shayaa Joseph/Ahmar Bailey

Yeah

Yeah

October ninety-two when you pushed me out

Straight up

It was only right that I made a song about you

Straight up

Ain't no tellin' where I'd be if I went without you

On God

Wish I woulda stayed in school but I dropped out

On God

You taught me how to be strong gotta give praise

When the times got hard you always made ways

On God

Even though I barely got the new Js

On God

You made sure the kid kept a temp fade

Straight up

And you kept my play

Station with some new games

Straight up

And you buy me freezy cups with your loose change

Facts

My daddy never was around

That n***a too lame

F**k 'im

I think that's why I quit school

And started to shoot thangs

Come on

My mama taught me how to tie my shoes

On God

My mama taught me how to cook my noodles

Straight up

Mama told me don't spend all my money witha jeweler

I bought some real estate plus I'm investin' in my shooters

Tune a tune a

Had to write a letter to my ma dukes

Ma dukes

I know you proud of me

But I'm proud

Too

I'm proud too

You the only woman I'd give some vows to

On God

I'm still your baby even though I got a child

Too straight up

I paid it off ain't no mortgage or no rent due

Facts

Yes she got a Range Rover and a Benz too

On God

It's a hard job of women raise men too

True

Ma you never left my side and I thank you

True

I seen you strugglin' I think it left a scar

Left a scar

I did some things when I was young that broke your heart

Broke your heart

I'm the one that stole the cookies out the jar

Out the jar

I'm the one that went and stole the neighbors car

Neighbor's car

Times got hard started sellin' hard

Sellin' hard

Before I see you stressin'

I'm gonna break the law

Break the law

I was sellin' w**d I never mowed the lawn

Mowed the lawn

Commit a burglary and take it to the pawn

Straight to the pawn

When I win and nobody see you was there

On God

If I had a school hearing you was there

That's a fact

Back when you had the ford minivan

Let me drive the city trans

Baggy-ass Girbauds and some Timberlands

Straight straight

Me and my baby mama was beefin'

You didn't give a d**n

Straight up

You din't never pick a side told me

Be a man

Straight up

I'ma raise my kids nothin' like my dad

I'm a better dad

You're the best mama I could ever have

On God

Had to write a letter to my ma dukes

Ma dukes

I know you proud of me but I'm proud too

I'm proud too

You the only woman I'd give some vows to

On God

I'm still your baby even though

I got a child too

Straight up

I paid it off ain't no mortgage or no rent due

Facts

Yes she got a Range Rover and a Benz too

On God

It's a hard job of women raise men too

True

Ma you never left my side and I thank you

True