Mama Told Me

My mama always told me I would have the hits
She wasn't allowed to see me have a hit
Had to make decisions, go and hit the road
That was back when Keisha nearly had the kid
Nigga had to sell it by the quarter ounce
Sold for something I could owe an ounce
He said, "Why he never get to see me at the crib?"
Stepmama moved in, nigga, so I bounced
Real shit, if I had to sell a quart of water
Anything I gotta do, I'll get the rent paid
Told the teachers, "Nigga, I'ma be a fuckin' rapper"
Dropped out next week, that was tenth grade
Yeah, rich young nigga, I came up
Told you niggas I would get my change up
Push seven, eight, nine, ten chains up
For the 'Gram, this to show me where I came from
Yeah, uh, know we in the place
Hit the Ricky Bobby with the forty on my waist
Gold grill shine like a Rollie in my face
I just hit the point like I'm Kobe with the play
Talkin' to the kid, dawg, niggas pissed off
But we can't hear 'em after the plays lift off
Nigga, you are now talkin' to the kid, fool
Lot of niggas talkin' shit, but they ain't really with the shits, fool
Rich nigga, rich nigga
All my niggas stars, when you see us
You are lookin' at the Big Dipper
Oh boy, oh God
Let a nigga win, we gon' buy the whole store
Warner Brother

Yeah
I told you niggas
I told you niggas
Yeah

My mama always told me I would have the hits
She wasn't allowed to see me have a hit
Had to make decisions, go and hit the road
Young black nigga stickin' to the code
Had a court case, I done tossed that
Couple ex bitches, I divorced that
I remember when I could not afford that
Couldn't even sign for it, had to forge that
Yeah, money on the mind
Got the ambition and the grind
Hang a fuck nigga like he drown
One-twelve prime
'Bout to order steak with the fries
Used to eat the chicken with the side one time
Every nigga workin' in the trap
Pray the Lord help you if you servin' with a strap
Wait, Jay, you know I deserve me a plaque
If it ain't comin' to me, nigga, I'll murder a track
I'm a rich young nigga from the 416
Same bitches hatin', they be on my dick
Every year, boy, we real heavy over here, boy
Waited for my time, now the shit is finally here, boy

Finally here, boy
My niggas finally here, boy
All this shit up in the year, boy
I'm standin' right here, boy
It's clear, boy
When I step up in the airport
Hold up, yeah

Wall-to-wall money, I done did it
Nigga, I'm the truth and I admit it
Contracts gettin' written, I'm the nigga
Air Jordan, now I'm next, Scott Pippen
Killers on the payroll
They'll shoot it if I say so
But 2014, I ain't really for the beef, I just want the fuckin' peso
Yeah, and the cheese with the queso, uh
Hundred G's in the case load, uh
We was just some lil' niggas last year playin'
With them lil' things off safe mode
Young nigga had to get the money and the funds quicker
I don't wanna have niggas sleepin'
On my shit after a nigga drop this one

I'm talkin' his-and-hers Beamers for me and my side bitches
Calvin Klein pictures and all my design scriptures
Made a lot of money just spittin', was fly and richer
So niggas tryna lay low, I just hope that they lyin' ditches
I'm killin' these niggas
George Foreman in the six how I'm grillin' these niggas
Y'all like to play games and say names
Never to me directly, just someone connected next to me
Y'all ain't got the heart, so you try to talk on the reg to me
Niggas steady claimin' they got it
Tried to use my name in some product 'til I found out
Shit is crazy
I made it from the bottom and sold the dot that I got 'em
Some niggas just ain't believe me
But shit, they couldn't see it like Stevie with the keys
But he still played 'em
And Jesus ain't start with believers, but he still made 'em
I had to make some change
I made my dollars and I made my name
I'm never lettin' this fame let me change
I'm courtside a couple Laker games
I'm always in some blocka hater frames
Or some gold link, you see me wanna rob a player's chains
These niggas is like Destiny's Child tryna say my name
It's worth it, I lay your hearse with purpose
These niggas put me on the hook 'cause they scared of my verses
And I can kill your best written while spittin' my worst shit
Young, rich, and gifted nigga, my writtens in cursive
Listen, y'all talkin' 'bout them high-
Tone women, glowin' skin, ten purses
Already got my iPhone 6 with the Sprint service
At sixteen in limousines with the tint service
2015, It's hard not to commit murder
When I pull up, hop out, bringin' the Backwood up
Niggas hated last year, now they sayin', "What up?"
You was not around when I was sellin' the cook up
Or roamin' downtown without a home to hook up
Grandma basically told me to find a corner
Little did I know I'd be sellin' that marijuana
Little did I know it would turn into that Madonna
Little did I know I'd be sellin' right on Spadina
Little did I know I would roll up to local diners
And try to find me a sandwich or somethin'
'Cause this hunger from my heart is movin' down to my stomach
Shit, I'm scarred, I'm just tryna
Find myself on this fuckin' boulevard
It's far