Willy Snypes - Dear Mama

Started at the bottom where I couldn't see the top
Now I'm roll'n through the city in a mother fuck'n drop
If it wasn't for the screams, wouldn't have nightmares
Visions of my past coming ever so clear
Now where do I begin
Do I start out with my father
How he left us in the jungle, middle seed on the corner
I was just a deuce when he ran like a river
Now its tears of the sun with no Bruce Willis feature
Red flag, black bag, standing on the corner
Momz push'n doubles for the roof on our head
I must've put away a dollar every tear she shed
Now I'm rap'n out the ass just to clear my head
Started out a good kid, blended with the streets
Now I'm chasing down producers to compose a beat
Guess you gotta chase your dreams to expose your heat
But if no food on the table how we supposed to eat
Hope you got your head up high
Arms spread out like wings in the sky
Started from the bottom now we sit'n at the top
Everyday I thank the lord that we made it out the drought
Dear Mama
Thank you for the love that you gave
For the hustla that you made, and the team that you raised
If it wasn't for you, wouldn't be here today
Got a message for the streets
CornerBoy is here to stay
Running like a river
Tyler Perry take a picture
Live my life just like a movie
Can't you see its photogenic
I done slept with the roaches
Broke bread with the rats
Not just stating my opinion
Simply stating out facts
Wake up to come up, sun up to sun down
Been around the block, you can't catch me now
Lauderdale was the place where I rest my head
Now I'm living cross the border doing life instead
The Struggle was a classic
Built my life just like an album
I be damned if niggas shit on me without no repercussions
No crip, set drip, blood thicker than a snicker
When it comes to getting paper bet I do it for my daughter
Splash in the holy water
Cross my heart and hope to die
If somebody cross me bet I stick a needle in they eye
Told you from beginning I'm a bad mother fucka
No more running, no more hiding
Let the world know I'm coming
Dear mama
Hope you got your head up high
Arms spread out like wings in the sky
Started from the bottom now we sit'n at the top
Everyday I thank the lord that we made it out the drought
Dear Mama
Thank you for the love that you gave
For the hustla that you made, and the team that you raised
If it wasn't for you, wouldn't be here today
Got a message for the streets
CornerBoy is here to stay

Written by:
WILLIE WILLIAMS

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find