Real shit we was six to a room
Asking mamma how we got eat
She could barley make money for the lease
But always kept shoes up on my feet
Definition of a mother
A real true hustler
Survived through the struggle
And I know
You pray for me
When I don't even pray for myself
Who woulda thought
That your son
Would grow up and be one of the ones
Not in the streets running round selling drugs and popping the guns
Hey mamma
One day soon for sure
You aint gonna have to work no more
You've done so much for me
I could never ask for more
I still live the flashbacks
We been there we done that
Like Walmart we roll back
In real life we nomads
We got kodaks for throwbacks
Mamma you real-ah
Than every single one of the killas that I know
Remember way back when you used to make my clothes
All the kids at school would circle up when they start that roast
But it was all we could afford
I used to have low self esteem
Thats why I never told you I could sing
Never thought a lil kid like me
Could escape hell and really live these dreams
Now I watch sunsets on Sunset
Another day closer till your son's set
Now they call me cocky tryna block me
But nothing in my way is gonna stop me
They don't really know what we been thru
Looking from the outside they only assume
Every night a different motel
Ducked down in the seat so we could get that suite for the cheap
Through bad times we had good times
Food stamps and section 8 lines
We stood that
New slacks plus tax for the new school
We always moved when I got cool (Damn)
But I got friends everywhere now
Friends everywhere
Always on a plane tryna fly somewhere
Never gon' complain how life's not fair
And if ya call me home mamma I'll be there
I'll be there
I love you mamma