Hear Me Momma

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