Lyrics Letter To Mama - Butosh feat. Mulllar

Westside motherfucker
You know how we do it

With the fainting eyes
I can still see your love is redder than wine
Cos your love is nothing but beautiful
Even when I think it's toxic than lime
And thoughts of you makes me feel like one day I'll be fine
While I'm in the hood
Cracking seeds
Sipping lean
Burning trees
Tryna get the paper, nuff paper to pay my fees
Tryna survive full of enemies
Medicines
Challenges
Tryna have a legacy
You a fucking blessing
Year in year, tryna make me a better man
Another day, another dawn
Angel in human form
Thought me everything I need to know
Wake me late night
Calling me to my senses
Things i didn't do right
All word said with a look
All the lesson tell with no word
Get you everything you want cos you were always there
Even when I thought what I needed wasn't you
You made a world for me
Pain, the fight and meme
You my mama

I'm up late writing this letter to my momma
Ama renegade
I won't die so don't be sober
Cuz she feels all my pains and troubles every single day
Don't get twisted ama hustler
They know ama legend in the making
I grew up the bakery so I'm hot
Don't get close or ama bake you
Cuz all I'm tryna do is make it
And my enemies don't like it
Don't fold I'm on my grind ama get it

Dear mama
This little light in my heart been dying slow
And I think it is time I should let you know
Mama life's been a sucker been draining all my pride
So I just cut the hose in short I been wild
Cuz if I'm not I'd just die like that rat that bit my hand
I'm planning on hitting the store for a pistol in my hand
Go search for my daily bread don't wan be selling bread
But no I'm staying up till 4oclock
I mean, scamming everyone till I got my location locked up
Mama they don't know that i got vpn
Life is hard mama
I can't get no sleep
So I lock my pain in my room and swallow the key
I'm dealing with this demons if I could ama kill them
Got me frying up my lungs but I'll never die young
Only if you could see through all I've been through
Maybe then You'll understand why
I burn all this tree too

I'm up late writing this letter to my momma
Ama renegade
I won't die so don't be sober
Cuz she feels all my pains and troubles every single day
Don't get twisted ama hustler
They know ama legend in the making
I grew up the bakery so I'm hot
Don't get close or ama bake you
Cuz all I'm tryna do is make it
And my enemies don't like it
Don't fold I'm on my grind ama get it
I'm up late writing this letter to my momma
Ama renegade
I won't die so don't be sober
Cuz she feels all my pains and troubles every single day
Don't get twisted ama hustler
They know ama legend in the making
I grew up the bakery so I'm hot
Don't get close or ama bake you
Cuz all I'm tryna do is make it
And my enemies don't like it
Don't fold i'm on my grind ama get it

Westside mofucker
You know how we do it