Yeah, look like it's snowin' outside
I'm in a penthouse with marble floors, I remember that project town
I remember that feelin' when the feds
And the DEA kicked my front door down
Daddy was in jail, mama was in jail, she lived like Remi Ma
Man, my life amazin', see pretty ladies and I start fornicatin'
And I'm in Times Square, from public
Housin', I finally feel like I made it
Baby, I need help, I was in a dark place, wanna kill myself
Told myself if I'ma treat her like a
Dog, I might as well leave her here
You hear me, mama? (Mama)
I'm talkin' to you, you hear me, mama? (Mama)
Yeah (Oh)
I done came a long way from the start, I got a big hole in my heart
I could've lost my life when they was
Shootin' at me and T-man in that car
I could've lost my route in the hood
Every day like I ain't no fuckin' star
I was supposed to be the right-hand
Man for that lil' robber in City Park
Huh, you hear me, mama? (Ooh)
I'm talkin' to you, you hear me, mama? (Mama)
Yeah, uh
Mama, I think I lost my mind, I got an empty soul inside
Broke my heart, my dawg said he was gon' kill Mekai, that nigga fried
I was in my project seventeen sellin' weed, niggas wasn't outside
My big cousin tryna rob, the day he died, feel like I died, dawg
You hear me, mama? (Ooh)
I'm talkin' to you, you hear me, mama? (Mama)
Yeah (Oh)
They call me selfish, I gave my all to see my doggy win
Every time they see it was extra smoke, them niggas got out that mix
I peep everythin' them niggas be doin', they think I'm dumb as shit
I could name every nigga who do fu' shit, my name in on that list
Mama, I still talk to the Lord and pray my soul to keep
I'm one of the realest niggas alive, why they wanna murder me?
They want me in the projects sellin' weed, I'm tryna be overseas
I'm tryna get to states and take life back from my uncle Keith
They say he don't deserve to live
You hear me, mama? (You hear me?)
I'm talkin' to you, you hear me, mama? (Mama)
Yeah, uh
Came a long way from them bricks, niggas ain't never give me shit
One of my dawgs went sour on me, I turned up bad, I know he sick
Rest in peace to big D3, I was tryna rob shit 'cause of him
'Member them niggas shot up my car?
I looked at TeeCee and they ain't miss
Right after that, I had got rich, right after that, we had got lit
I guess God make everythin' happen for a reason, I feel like Mitch
Got that ball and put that pressure on him
I'm still in the trap like I ain't rich or somethin', huh
Still sendin' blitz like I ain't rich or somethin', huh
Still with the killers like I ain't rich or somethin', huh
Still in the hood like I ain't rich or somethin', huh
Still with the shits like I ain't rich or somethin'
Mama, mama, mama
Oh, mama
Mama, mama, mama
Oh, mama