Waka BIM BAM and Da Foreigna - If I Was

Dear Mama I beg your forgiveness
The daily hustle is real God's my witness
For every G I made I spent two
And this is something I know I can't do
This American dream is an illusion
I am forced to the resources I am using
Don't believe what you see in all the videos
I am all out of milk and the cereal
Is pretty stale the city failed to pay me
And this dude they call Sam trying to play me
He is not Fam so I refuse to call him uncle
Some are using food stamps but I don't want to
I am capable of nine to fiving
I am unbreakable yo I am surviving
Mom I promise you that before I go
We are going to be making and raking in the dough
Dear Mama pack your bags with the quickness
Things are looking pretty good and the business
Is spreading thru the nation like a sickness
Like I won the Belmont Kentucky and the Preakness
Should've happen sooner but I am happy that it did
Years in the struggle trouble felt like a bid
Now you can pick and choose
Fashion styles and the slickest shoes
Whatever you want no limit yes boundless
Hat collection section countless
Trips to the Canary islands and France
Can't wait to see you doing your happy dance
No going back is one way hey
Who would've thought that one day
A kid from a wooden project housing
Just that alone sounds surprising

Written by:
Vernal Harris

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