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GR?G - My Mothers Son Lyrics



GR?G - My Mothers Son Lyrics




Close your eyes grit your teeth, pushing hoping for the best
Mother says you the one, better walk around with chest
Do what you must don't you focus on the rest
Wear this rosary and let the lord protect you like a vest
Cool how I move, it's just how I do, like the Nike, I just do it I don't really have a clue
Creating my own path, tryna fill nobody shoes
Guess plenty do not like it, see the booooooos and the hoooooos
Greatful for my people with the woos and the hoos
Cause many is against me hear the boos and feel the woos
Pretend that they hide it, see you really leaving clues
Sun is out, hunnies about can't be dealing with the blues
Won't be dealing with the blues
Can't be dealing with the blues

Mamas only son and she stressed he chose the flows
Hoping his mind changes, watching him as he grows
Stubborn in his ways, gotta trust and see how it goes
Sinking through these lows, but I'm good far as she knows
Mary lift me up, so abit, I'm starting to float
Jero on the phone talking damn G you the goat
Thank the lord for the bros, shout out five, know how we roll
Brothers got my back pushing me till I reach my goal
Sleepless through the nights thinking how much further to go
Nothing to twist so gauge is on the low
My mothers only son, from the hate she say you run
Life might teach you lessons, fathers son, you better learn
Keep doing your best in time you gone get your turn
As I wait got some funds, so now got something to burn
Patience running thin, how much more I could take
On the road to the riches, can't take your foot of the brake

Close your eyes grit your teeth, pushing hoping for the best
Mother says you the one, better walk around with chest
Do what you must don't you focus on the rest
Wear this rosary and let the lord protect you like a vest
Cool how I move, it's just how I do, like the Nike, I just do it I don't really have a clue
Creating my own path, tryna fill nobody shoes
Guess plenty do not like it, see the booooooos and the hoooooos
Greatful for my people with the woos and the hoos
Cause many is against me hear the boos and feel the woos
Pretend that they hide it, see you really leaving clues
Sun is out, hunnies about can't be dealing with the blues
Won't be dealing with the blues
Can't be dealing with the blues

Say I got way to much on my plate
Can't be dealing with you if you want, just hate
Know a couple got my back, I know they rate
Still tryna get it right sorry I'm kinda late
A few is mad I take it at my own pace
It's not a race, and really who I'm I to chase
In my own damn lane no one to face
Have to focus on my hustle know my place
Say I got way to much on my plate
Can't be dealing with you if you want, just hate
Know a couple got my back, I know they rate
Still tryna get it right sorry I'm kinda late
A few is mad I take it at my own pace
It's not a race, and really who I'm I to chase
In my own damn lane no one to face
Have to focus on my hustle know my place

I know you pray for me mama, hoping I get the best
Telling me off shouting bout the importance of some rest
Nagging, and dreading the day baby boy gone leave the nest
Call up baby girl, lay my head up on her breast
She hold me and tell me everything gonna be okay
Wasting away, damn, there go another day
Do it again, don't mind, is what she say
Next day, at it again, love when we play
Call up the sis on the phone, she on some bull
Couple of jokes, got her talking how bro is cruel
Took a while but now we grown, so I guess we cool
She something like the G, so abit of a fool
Together stressing pops, you know united we stand
Though they never walk alone, prefer Mersey side in red
Like mama boy a gunner, no wonder I make it bang
Last song, Issa wrap, hope this one make me some bread

Close your eyes grit your teeth, pushing hoping for the best
Mother says you the one, better walk around with chest
Do what you must don't you focus on the rest
Wear this rosary and let the lord protect you like a vest
Cool how I move, it's just how I do, like the Nike, I just do it I don't really have a clue
Creating my own path, tryna fill nobody shoes
Guess plenty do not like it, see the booooooos and the hoooooos
Greatful for my people with the woos and the hoos
Cause many is against me hear the boos and feel the woos
Pretend that they hide it, see you really leaving clues
Sun is out, hunnies about can't be dealing with the blues
Won't be dealing with the blues
Can't be dealing with the blues

Say I got way to much on my plate
Can't be dealing with you if you want, just hate
Know a couple got my back, I know they rate
Still tryna get it right sorry I'm kinda late
A few is mad I take it at my own pace
It's not a race, and really who I'm I to chase
In my own damn lane no one to face
Have to focus on my hustle know my place
Say I got way to much on my plate
Can't be dealing with you if you want, just hate
Know a couple got my back, I know they rate
Still tryna get it right sorry I'm kinda late
A few is mad I take it at my own pace
It's not a race, and really who I'm I to chase
In my own damn lane no one to face
Have to focus on my hustle know my place
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Close your eyes grit your teeth, pushing hoping for the best
Mother says you the one, better walk around with chest
Do what you must don't you focus on the rest
Wear this rosary and let the lord protect you like a vest
Cool how I move, it's just how I do, like the Nike, I just do it I don't really have a clue
Creating my own path, tryna fill nobody shoes
Guess plenty do not like it, see the booooooos and the hoooooos
Greatful for my people with the woos and the hoos
Cause many is against me hear the boos and feel the woos
Pretend that they hide it, see you really leaving clues
Sun is out, hunnies about can't be dealing with the blues
Won't be dealing with the blues
Can't be dealing with the blues

Mamas only son and she stressed he chose the flows
Hoping his mind changes, watching him as he grows
Stubborn in his ways, gotta trust and see how it goes
Sinking through these lows, but I'm good far as she knows
Mary lift me up, so abit, I'm starting to float
Jero on the phone talking damn G you the goat
Thank the lord for the bros, shout out five, know how we roll
Brothers got my back pushing me till I reach my goal
Sleepless through the nights thinking how much further to go
Nothing to twist so gauge is on the low
My mothers only son, from the hate she say you run
Life might teach you lessons, fathers son, you better learn
Keep doing your best in time you gone get your turn
As I wait got some funds, so now got something to burn
Patience running thin, how much more I could take
On the road to the riches, can't take your foot of the brake

Close your eyes grit your teeth, pushing hoping for the best
Mother says you the one, better walk around with chest
Do what you must don't you focus on the rest
Wear this rosary and let the lord protect you like a vest
Cool how I move, it's just how I do, like the Nike, I just do it I don't really have a clue
Creating my own path, tryna fill nobody shoes
Guess plenty do not like it, see the booooooos and the hoooooos
Greatful for my people with the woos and the hoos
Cause many is against me hear the boos and feel the woos
Pretend that they hide it, see you really leaving clues
Sun is out, hunnies about can't be dealing with the blues
Won't be dealing with the blues
Can't be dealing with the blues

Say I got way to much on my plate
Can't be dealing with you if you want, just hate
Know a couple got my back, I know they rate
Still tryna get it right sorry I'm kinda late
A few is mad I take it at my own pace
It's not a race, and really who I'm I to chase
In my own damn lane no one to face
Have to focus on my hustle know my place
Say I got way to much on my plate
Can't be dealing with you if you want, just hate
Know a couple got my back, I know they rate
Still tryna get it right sorry I'm kinda late
A few is mad I take it at my own pace
It's not a race, and really who I'm I to chase
In my own damn lane no one to face
Have to focus on my hustle know my place

I know you pray for me mama, hoping I get the best
Telling me off shouting bout the importance of some rest
Nagging, and dreading the day baby boy gone leave the nest
Call up baby girl, lay my head up on her breast
She hold me and tell me everything gonna be okay
Wasting away, damn, there go another day
Do it again, don't mind, is what she say
Next day, at it again, love when we play
Call up the sis on the phone, she on some bull
Couple of jokes, got her talking how bro is cruel
Took a while but now we grown, so I guess we cool
She something like the G, so abit of a fool
Together stressing pops, you know united we stand
Though they never walk alone, prefer Mersey side in red
Like mama boy a gunner, no wonder I make it bang
Last song, Issa wrap, hope this one make me some bread

Close your eyes grit your teeth, pushing hoping for the best
Mother says you the one, better walk around with chest
Do what you must don't you focus on the rest
Wear this rosary and let the lord protect you like a vest
Cool how I move, it's just how I do, like the Nike, I just do it I don't really have a clue
Creating my own path, tryna fill nobody shoes
Guess plenty do not like it, see the booooooos and the hoooooos
Greatful for my people with the woos and the hoos
Cause many is against me hear the boos and feel the woos
Pretend that they hide it, see you really leaving clues
Sun is out, hunnies about can't be dealing with the blues
Won't be dealing with the blues
Can't be dealing with the blues

Say I got way to much on my plate
Can't be dealing with you if you want, just hate
Know a couple got my back, I know they rate
Still tryna get it right sorry I'm kinda late
A few is mad I take it at my own pace
It's not a race, and really who I'm I to chase
In my own damn lane no one to face
Have to focus on my hustle know my place
Say I got way to much on my plate
Can't be dealing with you if you want, just hate
Know a couple got my back, I know they rate
Still tryna get it right sorry I'm kinda late
A few is mad I take it at my own pace
It's not a race, and really who I'm I to chase
In my own damn lane no one to face
Have to focus on my hustle know my place
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Writer: Gabriel Olok
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Language: English
Length: 5:13
Written by: Gabriel Olok
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