Fat Trel
(whooooohh) mom
aye mom butchu kno i love you right
turn my mic up a lil bit, dis real shit right here
Nobody ever gave my mommah shit
and everything i got my momma worked to get (huh)
i could remember my momma counting all dem counterfiets (nooooo)
and getting cheese nd otha shit dat she needed from da government (huh) (lets get it)
she tried to tell me mommah aint a soldier
try to work her to death, she stressing, make her upset, she gonna collect checks when its all over (when all over)
i had a dream she was onna stove
broke a cold, remember when dinner was froze my nigga
dey tried to tell me mommah aint a soldier
sleepin inna cold showed the world what i owed to my niggas (yea)
nd hard times wat the best times
especially when you work hard when da check lines
remember patiently waitin till it was my time
nd now u readin my articles in the high times, yea
and never worry mommah im fine
u kno a nigga never stepped across the gun line
i kno you happy, i aint runnin from the one time
cuz now they tell da dj run it back one time, yea
im only hopin for the sunshine
range rovers nd drop tops, da summer time
cold liquor, new porch onna front porch
i made my dream come true now heres yours
Nobody ever gave my mommah shit
and everything i got my momma worked to get (huh)
i could remember my momma counting all dem counterfiets (nooooo)
and getting cheese nd otha shit dat she needed from da government (huh) (lets get it)
she tried to tell me mommah aint a soldier
try to work her to death, she stressing, make her upset, she gonna collect checks when its all over (when all over)
i had a dream she was onna stove
broke a cold, remember when dinner was froze my nigga
dey tried to tell me mommah aint a soldier
sleepin inna cold showed the world what i owed to my niggas (yea)
look, sometimes i really miss da rough times
skippin class to double up onna lunch line
no food no lights, all the tough times
and the new UV's lunchin duckin one time, yea
nd never worry mommah im fine
it all started when i signed on da dotted line
you kno the stake with da lobster at lunch time
nd everytime u see me its count da comma time, yea
and thats ok mommah
i made a check, its suppose to come at any day mommah
im still your son no matter what police will say mommah
long as im living errything gonna be ok mommah, and thats real shit
Nobody ever gave my mommah shit
and everything i got my momma worked to get (huh)
i could remember my momma counting all dem counterfiets (nooooo)
and getting cheese nd otha shit dat she needed from da government (huh) (lets get it)
she tried to tell me mommah aint a soldier
try to work her to death, she stressing, make her upset, she gonna collect checks when its all over (when all over)
i had a dream she was onna stove
broke a cold, remember when dinner was froze my nigga
dey tried to tell me mommah aint a soldier
sleepin inna cold showed the world what i owed to my niggas (yea)
cuz its just one thing ive asked in life (just one thing ive asked in life)
the hurt, the pain, the worth, the strikes (hurt the pain, the worth the stikes)
she worked the day, then worked the night
so i put it down on my life
They tried to tell me mommah aint a soldier
They tried to tell me mommah aint a soldier
They tried to tell me mommah aint a soldier

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