Walt Phrazer - Dear Mama Lyrics

You always told me just pray to God
I just prayed for the Saint Laurent
Yeah

Dear mama, dear mama
I don't mean to cause no drama
I know you're worried 'bout me
Cause all I worry 'bout' is commas
You always told me just pray to God
I just prayed for the Saint Laurent
Jesus piece, kept my faith in God
Niggas doubt me, but I beat the odds

Dear mama, dear mama
I ain't f*ckin' with the drama
But niggas try to test me
Force me to pull out the llama
But that's just the hood in me
But really I'm all about that guala
Mama we gon' get the guap
Cash flow, it will never stop
Big bankrolls, jackpot
Smoke good cause I love pot
They see me winnin' and they act shocked
I'm killin em' and that's an onslaught
My shawty ridin' me, she on top
She make it nasty when she give me top
I'm number one like the tippy top
I'm on one like a tic toc
Heavy metal like Slipknot
Pull up on me get ya shit rocked
Thought you had me but you slipped now
You and yours go ahead and kick rocks
Dear mama, dear mama
I love you 'cause you held it down
You put food on the table
It's my turn to hold you down
I'ma catch a couple licks
I'ma make this money real quick
I'ma make this money real fast
I'ma pay off your bills and shit
I'ma pay off your rent and shit
Nah, I'ma just buy you a crib
Yeah, I'ma just grind in the 'jects
Then, buy me a crib and a tech
Woah, mama I know it ain't easy
That's why you gotta' believe me
By any means necessary
Take em' out if necessary
My heart colder than February
Number one like January
Diggin' holes in the cemetery
For all of these rappers I'm killin'
For that pussy I be slayin'
I told you I feel like I'm Broly
I think I'm goin' Super Saiyan
I'm a legend in the making
Mama you made me a legend
Thank the lord up in heaven
I'm a G by blood niggas
For my real day one niggas
If you only knew what I been through
What I had to overcome nigga
Drizzy Drake, I'm goin' nonstop
Bulldozing on any block
Business man like investing stocks
First pick, now I'm on the clock
Zion Will how I bully the block
Move in silence, we can't talk to the cops
We ain't f*ckin' with the opposition
All these rappers ain't no f*ckin' competition
Dear mama, dear mama
I know it's hard, you can't see the vision
But when I make it, mama damn
Man I hope you f*ckin' listen
Cause I'm really f*ckin' askin'
And I'm really f*ckin' prayin'
Yeah, yeah, I hope you hear what I'm sayin'
Yeah, yeah, I hope you hear what I'm sayin'
Mama, yeah, I hope you hear what I'm sayin'