Lyrics and translation King Pride - Mamá Me Dijo II

Mamá Me Dijo II

Mama me dijo que, fácil no es, y yo se
Como el 23 agarre y la clave
Orgullosa esta porque lo demostré
Pronto el rolex y el bm ya no andaré a pie

De malandro a cantautor
De pobre pase a ganador
No hubiera hecho na' si no fuera soñador
Agarre el mic y solté el exterminador

A veces me fumo un purito
Y me pongo a pensar en mi vida, veo que to ta muy bonito
Le saco par de jaloncitos
Recuerdo que era pobre pero feliz con poquito
Otro jaloncito, me aguanto el humito
Porque ahora veo y ya no soy el pobrecito
Lo tengo a to' locos
Y pegando brinco
Mama llamo y me dijo te felicito
Lo estas logrando mijito
Salí productivo
El que dio la cara y salio a buscar el efectivo
Ahora hago música y por lo menos estoy vivo
Porque sobreviví teniendo en mente a los míos

De malandro a cantautor
De pobre pase a ganador
No hubiera hecho na' si no fuera soñador
Agarre el mic y solté el exterminador

Mama dijo que siempre accione de primero
Mama de pequeño me hablo de to' los cueros
Me hablo del amor y como quema ese fuego
Pero yo no hacia caso y pase todo el mierdero

Ahora ando rela y suelto fuego y no aviso
Solo pa' ver mis tenis nuevos miro el piso
Sin perder la humildad que mi mamá me hizo
Y derramando el ego encima del hater y su maleficio
Pero no (pero no)
Conmigo no van a pode'
Yo tengo fuerza pa move' y gente pa jode
Clientes pa huele'
Oliendo este ashe
Como el 23 agarre y la clave

De malandro a cantautor
De pobre pase a ganador
No hubiera hecho na' si no fuera soñador
Agarre el mic (hey) y solté el exterminador

Mommy Said II

Mommy told me that, it's not easy, and I know
Like grabbing the ring and the key of 23
She's proud of me for demonstrating it
Soon, with the Rolex and the BMW, I won't be walking

From gangster to singer-songwriter
From poor, I became a winner
I wouldn't have made it if I wasn't a dreamer
I grabbed the mic and dropped the exterminator

Sometimes I smoke a little bit
And I think about my life, I see that it's all very good
I take a few puffs
I remember being poor but happy with little
Another puff, I hold in the smoke
Because now I see, and I'm not the poor little one anymore
I got them all crazy
And jumping around
Mama called and told me she's proud of me
You're doing it, my boy
I became productive
The one who showed his face and went out to find the cash
Now I make music and at least I'm alive
Because I survived, keeping my family in mind

From gangster to singer-songwriter
From poor, I became a winner
I wouldn't have made it if I wasn't a dreamer
I grabbed the mic and dropped the exterminator

Mama told me to always act first
Mama spoke to me about all the women when I was little
She spoke to me about love and how that fire burns
But I didn't listen and I went through all the shit

Now I'm chill and I spit fire without warning
Just to see my new sneakers, I look at the floor
Without losing the humility that my mom gave me
And pouring my ego onto the hater and his curse
But no (but no)
They can't handle me
I have the strength to move and people to mess with
Clients to sniff
Smelling this ashe
Like grabbing the ring and the key of 23

From gangster to singer-songwriter
From poor, I became a winner
I wouldn't have made it if I wasn't a dreamer
I grabbed the mic (hey) and dropped the exterminator