Kailangan matalino ka
Tinitingnan ka ng mga babae
Kung hindi ka number one
You are just one of the bullshit
Mommy!
Ay, this is for lola
For all you lolas
Check, check, check
Lola means grandma, but let me flip the grammar
I'ma tell you my definition of this beautiful mama
See I think Lola means strength
Better yet, Lola means soul
She's that reason why a little boy can rest and feel at home
Every season she be feedin' all the souls of great-grandchildren
See my grandma used to grow beautiful roses
They shot to the sky and bloomed
With thorns that cried the struggle of an immigrant hustle
She's a flower that bloomed in the face of trouble
Filipina lady with petals that looked like medals of pain, facing the day
Her roots were planted in an earth that never granted her a day to rest
I ask-How can a rose blossom if the husband left?
If the, if the man of the house watered other lawns, planted seeds in another bed?
But let's not get distracted-lola don't need a man
If he won't feed their six kids, then she can-she's got 2 hands
That's one thing I learned, my lola knows how to swim
So it doesn't matter if the bridge has burned
Here's the thing-a flower ages
Lola getting old, but I've been told
A book is beautiful with worn-out pages
FitBit works when you walk your paces
The hard part though is seeing the flower wilt
The beautiful rose now has petals that will eventually all fall
She's forgetting names and places
I'm forgetting to call, she forgets more faces
But her soul is still there, my kisses bring it all back
She's my favorite rose-a chubby boy's midnight snack
By my side, forever on my back
I've immortalized her with a tat
My mama doesn't like tattoos though
But I can't give it back
My likes her rose
I hope you like my raps
Lola worked hard
Oh my gosh
Every overtime, she would take it
Kahit Saturday, Sunday
So she was studying at night, working in the day
Taking care of her kids when she gets home
Because she knew, with education
We could be what we want to be