Mama Told Me

My mama always told me I would have the hits

She wasn't allowed to see me have a hit

Had to make decisions, go and hit the road

That was back when Keisha nearly had the kid

Nigga had to sell it by the quarter ounce

Sold for something I could owe an ounce

He said, "Why he never get to see me at the crib?"

Stepmama moved in, nigga, so I bounced

Real shit, if I had to sell a quart of water

Anything I gotta do, I'll get the rent paid

Told the teachers, "Nigga, I'ma be a fuckin' rapper"

Dropped out next week, that was tenth grade

Yeah, rich young nigga, I came up

Told you niggas I would get my change up

Push seven, eight, nine, ten chains up

For the 'Gram, this to show me where I came from

Yeah, uh, know we in the place

Hit the Ricky Bobby with the forty on my waist

Gold grill shine like a Rollie in my face

I just hit the point like I'm Kobe with the play

Talkin' to the kid, dawg, niggas pissed off

But we can't hear 'em after the plays lift off

Nigga, you are now talkin' to the kid, fool

Lot of niggas talkin' shit, but they ain't really with the shits, fool

Rich nigga, rich nigga

All my niggas stars, when you see us

You are lookin' at the Big Dipper

Oh boy, oh God

Let a nigga win, we gon' buy the whole store

Warner Brother

Yeah

I told you niggas

I told you niggas

Yeah

My mama always told me I would have the hits

She wasn't allowed to see me have a hit

Had to make decisions, go and hit the road

Young black nigga stickin' to the code

Had a court case, I done tossed that

Couple ex bitches, I divorced that

I remember when I could not afford that

Couldn't even sign for it, had to forge that

Yeah, money on the mind

Got the ambition and the grind

Hang a fuck nigga like he drown

One-twelve prime

'Bout to order steak with the fries

Used to eat the chicken with the side one time

Every nigga workin' in the trap

Pray the Lord help you if you servin' with a strap

Wait, Jay, you know I deserve me a plaque

If it ain't comin' to me, nigga, I'll murder a track

I'm a rich young nigga from the 416

Same bitches hatin', they be on my dick

Every year, boy, we real heavy over here, boy

Waited for my time, now the shit is finally here, boy

Finally here, boy

My niggas finally here, boy

All this shit up in the year, boy

I'm standin' right here, boy

It's clear, boy

When I step up in the airport

Hold up, yeah

Wall-to-wall money, I done did it

Nigga, I'm the truth and I admit it

Contracts gettin' written, I'm the nigga

Air Jordan, now I'm next, Scott Pippen

Killers on the payroll

They'll shoot it if I say so

But 2014, I ain't really for the beef, I just want the fuckin' peso

Yeah, and the cheese with the queso, uh

Hundred G's in the case load, uh

We was just some lil' niggas last year playin'

With them lil' things off safe mode

Young nigga had to get the money and the funds quicker

I don't wanna have niggas sleepin'

On my shit after a nigga drop this one

I'm talkin' his-and-hers Beamers for me and my side bitches

Calvin Klein pictures and all my design scriptures

Made a lot of money just spittin', was fly and richer

So niggas tryna lay low, I just hope that they lyin' ditches

I'm killin' these niggas

George Foreman in the six how I'm grillin' these niggas

Y'all like to play games and say names

Never to me directly, just someone connected next to me

Y'all ain't got the heart, so you try to talk on the reg to me

Niggas steady claimin' they got it

Tried to use my name in some product 'til I found out

Shit is crazy

I made it from the bottom and sold the dot that I got 'em

Some niggas just ain't believe me

But shit, they couldn't see it like Stevie with the keys

But he still played 'em

And Jesus ain't start with believers, but he still made 'em

I had to make some change

I made my dollars and I made my name

I'm never lettin' this fame let me change

I'm courtside a couple Laker games

I'm always in some blocka hater frames

Or some gold link, you see me wanna rob a player's chains

These niggas is like Destiny's Child tryna say my name

It's worth it, I lay your hearse with purpose

These niggas put me on the hook 'cause they scared of my verses

And I can kill your best written while spittin' my worst shit

Young, rich, and gifted nigga, my writtens in cursive

Listen, y'all talkin' 'bout them high-

Tone women, glowin' skin, ten purses

Already got my iPhone 6 with the Sprint service

At sixteen in limousines with the tint service

2015, It's hard not to commit murder

When I pull up, hop out, bringin' the Backwood up

Niggas hated last year, now they sayin', "What up?"

You was not around when I was sellin' the cook up

Or roamin' downtown without a home to hook up

Grandma basically told me to find a corner

Little did I know I'd be sellin' that marijuana

Little did I know it would turn into that Madonna

Little did I know I'd be sellin' right on Spadina

Little did I know I would roll up to local diners

And try to find me a sandwich or somethin'

'Cause this hunger from my heart is movin' down to my stomach

Shit, I'm scarred, I'm just tryna

Find myself on this fuckin' boulevard

It's far