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Correct Mama Told Me Lyrics
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Tory Lanez
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Correct Mama Told Me
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[Hook] My mama always told me I would have the hits She wasn't alive to see me have a hit Had to make decisions, go and hit the road [Verse 1] That was back when Keisha nearly had a kid Nigga, had to sell about a quarter ounce Sold pop of front of somethin' like a whole ounce He said, WWhy you never get to see me at the crib?" Step mama moved in, nigga, so I bounced Real shit, if I had to sell a quarter water Only thing I gotta do I get rent pay Told the teachers, nigga, I'ma be a fuckin' rebel Dropped out next week, that was 10th grade Yeah, rich young nigga, I came up Told you niggas I would get my change up Put 7 8 9 10 chains up Fuck the 'gram, this show me where I came from Yeah, know we in the place Hit the Ricky Bobby with the .40 on my waist Gold grill shinin' like a Rollie in my face I just hit a point like I'm Kobe with the play Talkin' to the kid, dawg, niggas pissed off But we came here after the plays lift off Nigga, you are now talkin' to the kid, foo' Lot of niggas talk the shit but they ain't really with the shit For a rich nigga, rich nigga All my niggas stars, when you see us You are lookin' at a big dipper Oh boy, oh God, let a nigga win, we gon' buy the whole store One Umbrella, yeah I told you niggas, I told you niggas [Hook] My mama always told me I would have the hits She wasn't alive to see me have a hit Had to make decisions, go and hit the road [Verse 2] 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 my mind, got the ambition and the grind Hang a fuck nigga like he dryin' One twelfth rhyme 'Bout to order stake with the fries Used to eat the main chow chicken with the salad one time Every nigga workin' in the trap Pray to Lord, help you if you servin' with the strap Wait, J., you know I deserve me a plaque If it ain't comin' to me, nigga, I 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 I waited for my time, now the shit is finally here, boy [Interlude] Finally here, boy My niggas finally here, boy All the shit up in a year, boy 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, my nation, Scottie Pippen Killas on the payroll They'll shoot it if I say so 2014, I ain't really for the beef I just want the fuckin' peso Yeah, and the cheese with the queso 100 Gs in the case, Lord 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 dropped this one [Verse 3] Im talking his and hers beamers for me and my side btches Calvin Klein pictures in all my design scriptures Made alot of money just spitting what’s flying richer So nggas try and lay low just hope that they lie in ditches Im killing these nggas George Forman in the 6 how im grilling these nggas Yall like to play games and say names never to me directly Just someone connected next to me, yall ain't got the heart so you try and talk on the reg to me Nggas steady claim that they got it Tried to use my name in some product til I found out Sht is crazy I made it, from the bottom and told the Dot that i got em Some nggas just ain’t believe me, but shit they couldn’t see it like Stevie With the keys, but he still played them And Jesus ain’t start with believers, but he still made em I had to make some change, I made my dollars then I made my name I’m never letting this fame let me change I’m courtside a couple Lakers games I’m always in some block a hater frames Or some, gold and you see wanna rob a players chains These nggas is like Destiny’s Child tryna say my name Its worth it, I lay your hearse with purpose These nggas put me on the hook cause they scared of my verses And I can kill your best written while spitting my worst sht Young rich and gifted ngga my writtens in cursive, listen Yall taking bout them high tone women glowing skin tint purses Already got my IPhone6 with the Sprint Service At sixteen in a limosines with the tint service 2015 its hard not commit murder When i pull up, hop out, bringing the backwood up Nggas hated last year now they saying what up You was not around when i was selling the cook up Or roaming downtown without a home to hook up Grandma basically told me to find a corner Little did I know I’d be selling that marijauna Little did I know it would turn into that Madonna Little did I know I’d be selling right on Spadina Little did I know I would roll into local diners, to try and find me a sandwich or something Cause this hunger from my heart is moving down to my stomach Shit I’m scarred, trying to find myself on this fucking boulevard It’s Fargo
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