Uh, I'm losing my balance
Mind's flipping, tripped when I found that I had this talent
Like damn, will they understand?
And man, will they have my back when I say that I want to rap?
I've been becoming an addict, I've been writing these tracks
And mama I want to do it
Mama imagine your son changing the world with music
Imagine me having bitches, imagine me having money
Imagine a world where we had to worry about nothing
Imagine it all mama
Mama, will you support me?
Mama I'm gonna try like my big brother before me
But mama I will succeed, I promise you'll never need
The money for the food when it's time for the fam to feast
That's me at fourteen, I wish I'd foreseen
The struggles within the success but no one warned me
It all seemed just like a breeze
Like skill would just let me go
Into the industry, but so little did I know
Aye, so little did I know
(Aye, so little did I know
It's crazy I didn't know
It's crazy I didn't know)
Yo, 'bout to make my mom proud
With the city of Tujunga showing off loud
Have her screaming, "That's my son!"
From the motherf*cking crowd
If you didn't watch then
Then you better watch now
Take it from me little homie, I've been there
I know what's it like, I've been through a scare
Battling despair, life will not be fair
I know what it's like to feel like no one cares
I've been feeling stressed to the point that my vision's been impaired
Momentary blurs, my lady says my words get slurred occasionally
Mother says I'm only getting worse
Worried to death, both them tell me to lay in bed
But I got to work hard or these mumble rappers get ahead, true
What can I do? It's B.Truthful 'till the death of me
I told my mom I wouldn't be a distant memory
History's being made, believe it or get away from me
If you stay hating dawg, I don't care what you have to say to me
Word
F*ck what you heard
Seen a bunch of shit to know just what the f*ck I'm worth
You're either with me or against, enemigas get put aside
'Cause I won't let a motherf*cking soul make me go in reverse
Homie
Yo, 'bout to make my mom proud
With the city of Tujunga showing off loud
Have her screaming, "That's my son!"
From the motherf*cking crowd
If you didn't watch then
Then you better watch now
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Uh, I'm losing my balance
Mind's flipping, tripped when I found that I had this talent
Like damn, will they understand?
And man, will they have my back when I say that I want to rap?
I've been becoming an addict, I've been writing these tracks
And mama I want to do it
Mama imagine your son changing the world with music
Imagine me having bitches, imagine me having money
Imagine a world where we had to worry about nothing
Imagine it all mama
Mama, will you support me?
Mama I'm gonna try like my big brother before me
But mama I will succeed, I promise you'll never need
The money for the food when it's time for the fam to feast
That's me at fourteen, I wish I'd foreseen
The struggles within the success but no one warned me
It all seemed just like a breeze
Like skill would just let me go
Into the industry, but so little did I know
Aye, so little did I know
(Aye, so little did I know
It's crazy I didn't know
It's crazy I didn't know)
Yo, 'bout to make my mom proud
With the city of Tujunga showing off loud
Have her screaming, "That's my son!"
From the motherf*cking crowd
If you didn't watch then
Then you better watch now
Take it from me little homie, I've been there
I know what's it like, I've been through a scare
Battling despair, life will not be fair
I know what it's like to feel like no one cares
I've been feeling stressed to the point that my vision's been impaired
Momentary blurs, my lady says my words get slurred occasionally
Mother says I'm only getting worse
Worried to death, both them tell me to lay in bed
But I got to work hard or these mumble rappers get ahead, true
What can I do? It's B.Truthful 'till the death of me
I told my mom I wouldn't be a distant memory
History's being made, believe it or get away from me
If you stay hating dawg, I don't care what you have to say to me
Word
F*ck what you heard
Seen a bunch of shit to know just what the f*ck I'm worth
You're either with me or against, enemigas get put aside
'Cause I won't let a motherf*cking soul make me go in reverse
Homie
Yo, 'bout to make my mom proud
With the city of Tujunga showing off loud
Have her screaming, "That's my son!"
From the motherf*cking crowd
If you didn't watch then
Then you better watch now
Mind's flipping, tripped when I found that I had this talent
Like damn, will they understand?
And man, will they have my back when I say that I want to rap?
I've been becoming an addict, I've been writing these tracks
And mama I want to do it
Mama imagine your son changing the world with music
Imagine me having bitches, imagine me having money
Imagine a world where we had to worry about nothing
Imagine it all mama
Mama, will you support me?
Mama I'm gonna try like my big brother before me
But mama I will succeed, I promise you'll never need
The money for the food when it's time for the fam to feast
That's me at fourteen, I wish I'd foreseen
The struggles within the success but no one warned me
It all seemed just like a breeze
Like skill would just let me go
Into the industry, but so little did I know
Aye, so little did I know
(Aye, so little did I know
It's crazy I didn't know
It's crazy I didn't know)
Yo, 'bout to make my mom proud
With the city of Tujunga showing off loud
Have her screaming, "That's my son!"
From the motherf*cking crowd
If you didn't watch then
Then you better watch now
Take it from me little homie, I've been there
I know what's it like, I've been through a scare
Battling despair, life will not be fair
I know what it's like to feel like no one cares
I've been feeling stressed to the point that my vision's been impaired
Momentary blurs, my lady says my words get slurred occasionally
Mother says I'm only getting worse
Worried to death, both them tell me to lay in bed
But I got to work hard or these mumble rappers get ahead, true
What can I do? It's B.Truthful 'till the death of me
I told my mom I wouldn't be a distant memory
History's being made, believe it or get away from me
If you stay hating dawg, I don't care what you have to say to me
Word
F*ck what you heard
Seen a bunch of shit to know just what the f*ck I'm worth
You're either with me or against, enemigas get put aside
'Cause I won't let a motherf*cking soul make me go in reverse
Homie
Yo, 'bout to make my mom proud
With the city of Tujunga showing off loud
Have her screaming, "That's my son!"
From the motherf*cking crowd
If you didn't watch then
Then you better watch now
Writer: Giovanni Banuelos
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid