Alright, y'all
Mama said if you want things
I need y'all to kick a quick verse on this for your moms
You gotta hustle for
Nothing long, like a sixteen, you know?
You gotta hustle for
You gotta hustle for
Shout out and honor Mrs. Mercer and Mama Niecy
Mama always say
Merc, you got your sixteen?
Yeah, I'm ready
If you want things bad enough
Mike, you ready?
Man, I got twenty-four
Nah, King, keep it short and sweet
You gotta hustle for
So Merc, you go first
You gotta hustle for
Well, see, my mama was from Waynesboro, Georgia
Where a glass of struggle life'll sure pour ya
So she migrated up to New York where I was born
The BX, where burnin' buildings seemed to be the norm
Her heart was filled with love and kindness
And kept family in front and never behind us
And her words had a compass in 'em
To help course correct and move us 'round the world without venom
In her heart, and ain't no surprise
She made us walk with humbleness in her eyes
She said, "No wantin' this and that, be clear on what you need
And know sweat and tears may accompany the bleed"
And she would rather us not
Send prayers up for things our own hands could gather
And since we all sprouted up from out of God's good dirt
She valued gettin' dirty if God was in the work
Thank you, mama
Mama said if you want things
No doubt, now that's love
You gotta hustle for
Love and miss you, Mrs. Mercer
You gotta hustle for
Let me take this moment to show my mama some love
You gotta hustle for
I love you, mommy
Mama always say
Alright, killer
If you want things bad enough
You got that sixteen ready, fam?
You gotta hustle for
You already know, King shit
You gotta hustle for
Let's get it
I'm rollin' and smokin' easy, I'm thinkin' 'bout Mama Niecy
I told her that I'ma be an MC and mommy believed me
Smokin' a joint, makin' a point, she tell her friends
"My baby gon' be a rapper," point at me, say, "Go again"
I was tryna be Brother Marquis from 2 Live
I grabbed the microphone, tell my tall tales and my true lies
I was a gangster and a scholar and I ran my own world
I had the money and the power and the cars and the girls
My mommy told me, "One day, baby, but right now you just nine
And when you finally find a girlfriend, make sure she more than fine
Make sure she got a beautiful heart, intelligent mind
A caretaker, not just a taker, gotta take care of mine"
You see, Niecy was my Afeni, my Voletta, and more
She was Mama Wade, I was Rico, in my cup, she would pour
I thank the Lord for her
Only sixteen when she had me, had to be hard for her
So I move like a man on a mission from God for her
Mama said if you want things
Nice and quick
You gotta hustle for
But not lackin' in the love
Love you, mama
You gotta hustle for
I know you both high for your lovely mothers
You gotta hustle for
Know that they both lookin' down proud, my brothers
You gotta hustle for
Salute, salute to rings
You gotta hustle for
Salutations
You gotta hustle for
Love your mothers, y'all
You gotta hustle for
Because they mean a lot
You gotta hustle for
Yeah, my mama wasn't no saint
Word?
They didn't call my mama Mrs. nothing
They called my mama OG Mama Niecy
You know what I mean?
No doubt
And I love her
Dope
You know, all that sinnin', man, came from women
'Cause she raised some children filled with integrity
Oh, indeed, brother, indeed