How Mama Freestyle

[Intro] Ey Yayo, ey yaya Ey Yayo, ey yaya [Verse ] Ain't gettin trouble for speakin' my mind I know, I, my song defensive or insensitive But I don't mean to beg, yeah Both are therapeutic If I fucked out a problem, Mama put it in the music Y'all gon' get the rapper when they do me And the truth is, that's just the truth You could be mad, but that's just the truth Tell me what to do then When they do me dirty and they treat me like a corporate Tell me how to move then When they judge the way and play me like I'm stupid Tell me what to do nigga, tell me what to do I ain't complaining If I was complaining, I will think they gon' change it They never changing We all know that they've never ever ever changing And that's a fact, man I'm just saying You could be a hater but you not finna dict me My heart crooning and it crack when you hit me I ain't cracking, no, I ain't a victim, no that's not happenin You ain't gotta like me cause my bitches got my back, yeah My bitches got my back, yeah We came up when you say that we ain't gon' last , yeah We got so much passion And that's just the truth They've could ain't walk a mile in our shoes With the criticism, the criticism when you stun out where you fit in They criticize on what you doin' and what you didn't, shit got me livin' So I go to my nana, and my nana get to spit in 'You need to be concerned with your own self' How mama, how, how mama, how 'Don't need to be worry bout no one else' How mama, how, how mama, how 'You need to put head down, girl, and just work' How mama. how,how mama, how, yeah 'You need to stop taking on the world How mama,how, how mama, how