Prince Prophet - Mama Used To Lyrics

Look
My mama used to say all kinds of things, about my habits
Til' I blinged her out in diamond rings, shit
My mama used to have to work three jobs so
This really isn't nothing cuz she's one with my soul
My mama used to always stress financially
Now I put her on a flight and make sure she live happily
My mama used to never shop a lot
So Ima make sure her driveways a parkin' lot
Look
There is a certain typa feelin' that I get
When I talk about the woman that had raised me as a kid
Man I swear you had my back before I knew just what it is
Know my mama f*ckin' crazy, throwin' hands just for her kin
Look
There is nobody that can do just what you do
You hold it down, and keep the house together like a piece of glue
I guarantee the crib is spotless while you standin' cookin' food
And this is just your everyday, it's not dependant on ya mood
Look
My mama used to say all kinds of things, about my habits
Til' I blinged her out in diamond rings, shit
My mama used to have to work three jobs so
This really isn't nothing cuz she's one with my soul
My mama used to always stress financially
Now I put her on a flight and make sure she live happily
My mama used to never shop a lot
So Ima make sure her driveways a parkin' lot
See while you cookin' in the kitchen, I be cookin' in the basement
Know we both be cheffin', difference is we cook in different places
I keep cookin' til we make it
They don't give it, Ima take it
Mama taught me never fake it
Life is just like in a clay pit
You can make your future, shape it
Play it nice but don't mistake it
Gotta fight to try and change it
Take they neck and f*ckin' break it
If they ever try to say shit
I ain't takin' shit from no one
You can kiss my ass and taste it
I got motion in the province and
My flow is f*ckin' molten, swear my album causin' fires
Now I'm goin uncontrollable, I'm meltin' f*ckin Briers
Man of course I'm f*ckin' golden
Ima product of my mama
I ain't ever aim for nothing that ain't came with f*ckin' commas
And the game is what I'm claimin'
Boy I came in lookin' proper
I ain't into bein' famous, I would rather skip the drama
I'm just into gettin' dollars, got a vision gettin' profits
Filthy rich and heavy pockets, Ima spend it on my mama
Cuz she fit the whole description and she never broke a promise
Swear these rappers need prescriptions, for they nifty lil problems
It was rainin' when she popped me
Never say when it got rocky
So I learned the game and copied
Everyday there ain't no stoppin'
Life ain't never came with options
Man you gotta go and get it
If you sittin' on ya ass, well then you probably f*ckin' finished
As a kid I paid attention, while my mama washin' dishes
So I knew from the beginnin'
That my mama was the realest
My mama used to say all kinds of things, about my habits
Til' I blinged her out in diamond rings, shit
My mama used to have to work three jobs so
This really isn't nothing cuz she's one with my soul
My mama used to always stress financially
Now I put her on a flight and make sure she live happily
My mama used to never shop a lot
So Ima make sure her driveways a parkin' lot