Mama/Show Love (Explicit)

Mama/Show Love (Explicit) - Logic/YBN Cordae

Lyrics by：Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Aaron Gomez/Adam Feeny/Lawrence Parker/Cordae Dunston

Composed by：Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Aaron Gomez/Adam Feeny/Lawrence Parker/Cordae Dunston

Logic：

Mama look at me now

Mama look at me now

Logic：

I got the juice coming for you and I'm bringing the noose

Leaving 'em hanging my s**t banging

Second that I came in the game I'm aiming

Hold up wait a minute break it down for the laymen

Do-do-do-do-do-do

I'm killin' everybody I'm the MC that the MC's study

Look up to me little buddy

Do it like me little buddy

Save yo money don't think about a Beamer

til ya sellin' out arenas and you're ballin' like a

Ballin'-ballin'-ballin'-ballin'-

Everybody wonder what it be like

Now it what it seem like now it what it dream like

Go like green light somethin' what a fiend like

Do it for the d**g and we do it for the love

And we do it for the high

That we get when we ride in the whip

And somebody pull up on you and they vibe-vibe-vibing your s**t

Logic/YBN Cordae：

Mama Yeah uh look at me now

YBN Cordae：

Mama look what you created now I'm super faded

And I'm truly hated 'cause I'm real rich

But she too elated 'cause she knew we made it

Got the Louis sueded on some trill s**t

I be coolin' n***a making stupid figures

But the truth is realer than the fake s**t

Know they shoot the killers and produce the triggers

I go two gorillas on some Bape s**t

Look at all the fame and the fortune the pain and extortion

The range and the Porches the same but it's gorgeous

Mama called me said your name on the Forbes list

Thank god your daddy never paid for abortion

But sharing clothes good times I'ma cherish those

Now I'm stuck doing Paris shows

Embarrass h*es I'm carousel I'm careless though

I bear the toe don't dare your soul My god

Logic：

Mama look at me now

Logic：

Ayy I'm the one that's where you're from

They get it done I'm killing them without a gun

Take it in rake it in like a leaf from a money tree

Keep it goin' keep it goin' get the money get the money

When it's sunny 'cause when them clouds come

I can promise it's depression

That's when you learn your lesson

Thought you was cut out for this your profession

Go be the best and all of that nah f**k all of that

No one call him back yeah no falling back

Breaking down on stage break it down the page

Breaking down your age

Like like now all you do is compare compare compare

Comparing yourself to the world

And you losing yourself to the world

And you're losing yourself to your money your fame and your fans

You have bigger plans you is in demand they don't give a

D**n

Spend all your money on bulls**t and drama

Had zeros and zeros and commas on commas

On commas on commas on commas

On commas

Logic：

Mama look at me now

Me now

Logic：

Ayy ayy b***h get the f**k off my d**k

Everybody better I'ma talk my s**t

Put him on my back then I walk my s**t

F**k around flick my wrist get it like this

I got more plaques than I know what to do with

Believed in myself when nobody else knew it

Godd**n I been through it

Godd**n I been through it

You ain't got class b***h you been truent

I am the truest no need to ask

Back it up girl now back that a*s

Bobby get b***hes 'cause b***hes love Bobby

And all of the b***hes say Bobby delicious

To say I love b***hes completely fictitious

Logic：

'Cause I I respect women

But let's be real man there's some bad b***hes out there

Logic：

Man I'm just playing

She flipped the ** don't know what I'm saying

I'm pushin' 30 my I'm pushin' 30 my man

It's time to have fun

Shoutout that boy Gambino shoutout that boy K. Dot

Shoutout that boy young Drizzy all y'all been doing a lot

Why the rap game so scared to show love

I don't know but I am not

That s**t right there I'm Black Thought

Y'all bring it back to the roots

Yes I most definitely got the juice

Yes I got love for the game

Don't do this s**t for the fame

It's how we people the same

Don't care what set you claim

Shoutout that boy YG Nat King Cole and JID

Everybody know I be in the club V.I.P

Huh

Psych not me

Too many people to name but know I got love for you all

If you need me I got you I promise just give me a call

Hip hop we a family but the hype beast wanna ban me

'Cause I am me speak love not hate so they don't understand me

2019 better get that Grammy

Give me my props where props is due

Why everybody wanna come stop you

Maybe they mad that they not you

When you piece that peace and love

Make them wanna come through pop shots at you

That's no love f**k that show love

Don't buck back like a b***h