Days like this
I wish I had a little more bread
Spend it on my mom
She's done a lot for the kid
Taught me how to do everything
From tying lace on my shoe
To getting credit score 752
Love my dad but my mama was my daddy too
Probably why I got a soft spot for these bitches
I mean women
I grew up in a few hoods
So excuse the way I say shit
I was raised by a real gangster
Hung around real gangsters
Luckily for me I had my head straight
Still f*ck with my OGs and on a bad day
They'd probably load up and well
I'm so thankful for it all
I thank the lord for my health (I thank you)
Thank you for my friends and family
Thank you for my best days (Ooh)
Thank you for the worst ones too
Thank God for my health (I thank you)
Thank you for my friends and family
But most of all you mama
Thank God for you mama
Days like this
I wish I had a little more bread
Spend it on my mom
She's done a lot for the kid
Taught me how to do everything
From tying lace on my shoe
To getting credit score 752
Love my dad but my mama was my daddy too
Probably why I got a soft spot for these bitches
I mean women
I grew up in a few hoods
So excuse the way I say shit
I was raised by a real gangster (Raised by a real gangster)
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Days like this
I wish I had a little more bread
Spend it on my mom
She's done a lot for the kid
Taught me how to do everything
From tying lace on my shoe
To getting credit score 752
Love my dad but my mama was my daddy too
Probably why I got a soft spot for these bitches
I mean women
I grew up in a few hoods
So excuse the way I say shit
I was raised by a real gangster
Hung around real gangsters
Luckily for me I had my head straight
Still f*ck with my OGs and on a bad day
They'd probably load up and well
I'm so thankful for it all
I thank the lord for my health (I thank you)
Thank you for my friends and family
Thank you for my best days (Ooh)
Thank you for the worst ones too
Thank God for my health (I thank you)
Thank you for my friends and family
But most of all you mama
Thank God for you mama
Days like this
I wish I had a little more bread
Spend it on my mom
She's done a lot for the kid
Taught me how to do everything
From tying lace on my shoe
To getting credit score 752
Love my dad but my mama was my daddy too
Probably why I got a soft spot for these bitches
I mean women
I grew up in a few hoods
So excuse the way I say shit
I was raised by a real gangster (Raised by a real gangster)
I wish I had a little more bread
Spend it on my mom
She's done a lot for the kid
Taught me how to do everything
From tying lace on my shoe
To getting credit score 752
Love my dad but my mama was my daddy too
Probably why I got a soft spot for these bitches
I mean women
I grew up in a few hoods
So excuse the way I say shit
I was raised by a real gangster
Hung around real gangsters
Luckily for me I had my head straight
Still f*ck with my OGs and on a bad day
They'd probably load up and well
I'm so thankful for it all
I thank the lord for my health (I thank you)
Thank you for my friends and family
Thank you for my best days (Ooh)
Thank you for the worst ones too
Thank God for my health (I thank you)
Thank you for my friends and family
But most of all you mama
Thank God for you mama
Days like this
I wish I had a little more bread
Spend it on my mom
She's done a lot for the kid
Taught me how to do everything
From tying lace on my shoe
To getting credit score 752
Love my dad but my mama was my daddy too
Probably why I got a soft spot for these bitches
I mean women
I grew up in a few hoods
So excuse the way I say shit
I was raised by a real gangster (Raised by a real gangster)
Writer: Ian Saliba
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