LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeMomma (Feat. Joyner Lucas)
Hey, mommaAre you proud of me?Did I grow up to be everything you thought I'd be?And, hey, mommaI know it was hardBut you gave me more than I could ever repay you forI love you, mommaMomma, momma, mommaMomma, momma, momma (uh)Momma (look)MommaWhen I was young, me and my momma had smoke (uh-huh)Young and misunderstood, them timesI hated the most (for real)Hard to put on a smile when my generation was brokeAnd the babies raisin'a child in Section 8 the result (oh, yeah)Slavin' workin' all day forthat minimum wage and it small (uh-huh)Daddy ain't had no money, no occupation at allADHD all in me, I'm bouncin' off of the wallsMy momma ain't had no patienceso my frustration evolved (oh, yeah)Actin' up in the class, my teachers think I'm psychoticI just wanted attention for times that I never got itAddin' to all the stress and I learned some lessons about itBut I just needed affection'cause I was reckless without it (facts)Faithful for what you gave to meeven if you ain't got it (yeah)Sacrifices you made for me, I knew nothin' about it (uh-huh)Told you one day I'd make it and then I made you a promiseIf I made you anything, then I hope I made you the proudestFor realHey, momma (for real, oh, momma)Are you proud of me? (Are you proud?)Did I grow up to be everything you thought I'd be? (Yeah)And, hey, mommaI know it was hard (so hard, yeah)But you gave me more than I could ever repay you for (momma)I love you, mommaMomma, momma, momma (yeah, yeah, yeah)I love you, mommaI love you, momma (love you, momma)Momma (uh)Sittin' in my bedroom plottin' how to get us rich (yeah)And I was only nine, them cockroaches were some bitch (damn)Shit, we gon' be fine, step-pops was makin' flips (facts)Workin' fulltime, he taught me how to raise some kids (yeah)Even if they wasn't mine, livin'with my sisters and we stuck together (oh)So the times I felt alonethey helped make my depression better (yeah)Some days my momma almost broke downbut I couldn't let her (no)The older that I got, the moreI understood her better (yeah)And she the realest one around, I got a real homie (yeah)Momma always held me downwhen papa done bailed on me (facts)We ain't always see eye to eye, but she a kill for me (kill)Send a nigga to the skythen go to jail for me (go to jail for me)Love what you gave to me even when you ain't got it (yeah)Sacrifices you made for me, I knew nothin' about it (uh)Told you one day I'd make it and then I made you a promiseIf I made you anything, then I hope I made you the proudestFor realHey, momma (hey, momma)Are you proud of me? (Are you proud?)Did I grow up to be everything you thought I'd be? (Oh)And, hey, momma (hey, momma)I know it was hard (it was hard, hard, hard)But you gave me more than I could ever repay you forI love you, mommaMomma, momma, mommaMomma, momma (oh)MommaI love you, mommaLove you, mommaI love you, momma
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