Obie Trice - Mama Lyrics

Writer(s) : JAMES, LLOYD JR. / DOUGLAS, DEVON / PRICE, RODNEY BASIL / YEBUAH, PAUL WARREN RUPERT EDWARD
Artist: Obie Trice Lyrics
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Album: Track 15 on Second Round's On Me
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Only my mama done seen me cry, this my life
I'll be thuggin' till the day I die, this my life
You *****s don't know me
You can't slow me down, you can't hold me
So I'mma keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' goin' on strong

They say why you so defensive? I take that offensive
Comin' from the **** that I lived in
You wouldn't understand him unless you eye witness
Chillin' on the block where vacant lots are given

Women and children, missin' men in the picture
These *****s hit up sittin' down at some center
Get a kite with a flick of a chick, he once hit up
Ridiculous but that's us *****s

On the corner from dusk to dawn
Till that **** whites brought to America's gone
Be a good Samaritan, my heritage was did wrong
So all that sufferin' that's just prolong

Long as you knowin' that strong arm robbery
Was brought on from this society deprivin' me
This brings violence if you're not survivin'
My environment, don't expect you to be drivin' in

Only my mama done seen me cry, this my life
I'll be thuggin' till the day I die, this my life
You *****s don't know me
You can't slow me down, you can't hold me
So I'mma keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' goin' on strong

Mama worked thirty seven years at the plant
Thirty four days she missed, that's where I get my grind at
Her little *****, see her as father figure
Even though she got hips and tender ***** up

Show me how to maneuver snakes far as *****s
Eleanor Trice, one real sister
Raised the kids up to be go getters
Now a ***** living room big as an ampatheater

Got the theater *****, I'm from the hood
So at times I see the mirror and tell him he doin' good
Keep up my spirits 'cause *****s want him destroyed
But that's null and void when it comes to ya boy

I'm from Detroit, Shady employee
I'm on a voyage tryna get more than royalties
*****s some royalty, that's why your *****es spoil me
O T are I see E

Only my mama done seen me cry, this my life
I'll be thuggin' till the day I die, this my life
You *****s don't know me
You can't slow me down, you can't hold me
So I'mma keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' goin' on strong

I got visions of makin' executive decisions
But the system tells me to be realistic
You can't do **** with see's and D's
I can do the work, I'm just interested in makin' cheese

So your schools can't control these G's
He got his own rules and do whatever he please
At ease to my soldiers that's feelin' Obie
Long as I know my one , two, three's I'm flippin' OZ's

A ***** can count like an accountant
Only difference is it ain't checks thatta be bouncin'
It's powder, peep what he's pronouncin'
Now he lives next to the teacher that denounced him

Doubted him, now look at the child's outcome
Deuce album got 'em speakin' highly in volume
I assume I'm valuable, they throwin' in the towel
Bow whenever they see him rollin' at diablo

Only my mama done seen me cry, this my life
I'll be thuggin' till the day I die, this my life
You *****s don't know me
You can't slow me down, you can't hold me
So I'mma keep rollin', rollin', rollin' goin' on strong


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