Thre3-O - My Mama

Yea
Thre3 O
Lot of niggas be making songs about they niggas mane
Bout these bitches mane
Mane shout out to my momma nigga

I grind hard for my girl my bro my lil mane and my mamma
My niggas love me these crackers judge me you can call me Obama
I ain't going back to my old life I wouldn't do that there for my momma
My pops told me to get this money learn to be real nigga from my momma
My momma
I swear i put it all on my momma
I know how to grind I know how to hustle
I owe it all to my momma
My momma
Yea I put it all on my momma
If I ain't doing my best she always push me to go harder

Member ridin round n my momma Honda
Box of blunts and a box of condoms
No fear no sence no Ls wit da cops behind me
It's been plenty times were I did the crime but thank The Lord I got God behind me
Messing up and den gettin back dat jus all apart of my assignment
Dis life thing will learn you some
If u ain't tuff it turn you n to some
I know dis ain't for erbody cuz some people you can't tell am none
Moma said you know who got yo back so why you worried bout dem niggas frontin
My pops told my grind Nigga grind untill u get u some
Cuz one thing that I learned is dat dis world ain't gone get you none
So you gotta take it they out here rapin jus to get that bread
And they cut throat strep on yo neck just to get ahead
Mite not be a killa but wat u do if they want u dead

I grind hard for my girl my bro my lil mane and my mamma
My niggas love me these crackers judge me you can call me Obama
I ain't going back to my old life I wouldn't do that there for my momma
My pops told me to get this money learn to be real nigga from my momma
My momma
I swear i put it all on my momma
I know how to grind I know how to hustle
I owe it all to my momma
My momma
Yea I put it all on my momma
If I ain't doing my best she always push me to go harder

Ain't enough words to thank momma gettin me through all them cold winters
She told me she gone get a jag
Prolly stunt on all her old niggaz
And lord knows she deserve dat cuz wen it's grind time she a go getta
Told me Never depend on no woman cuz she ain't Neva depend on no Nigga
She da one who raised me I can't help it I can't help jus real like dis
Hate fake people and lame people I can't help it I just feel like dis
I'm hike tuff and nigga strong I can't help it Just built like dis
I live n die by my beliefs so best believe I'll get killed like dis
All or nothing Ima 90s baby
I follow my heart that's why they say I'm crazy
If u seen me work u never think dat I'm lazy
And if u think otherwise you prolly ain't want to pay me
Getting money till I can't grind it out till I stank
Laughing all to the bank cuz my ash tray gotta full tank

I grind hard for my girl my bro my lil mane and my mamma
My niggas love me these crackers judge me you can call me Obama
I ain't going back to my old life I wouldn't do that there for my momma
My pops told me to get this money learn to be real nigga from my momma
My momma
I swear i put it all on my momma
I know how to grind I know how to hustle
I owe it all to my momma
My momma
Yea I put it all on my momma
If I ain't doing my best she always push me to go harder

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Written by:
Will Parker

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