Lyrics Letter to My Mama - MO3

Much love to the ones who lost theirs, man
Shit my t-lady called the police on me
I rather visit you in jail then visit you at your grave
I know my mama was tired of me, tired of me
Sellin dope since middle school
Came in the house when I wanted to
There's a lot of shit she couldn't hide from me, like mama was a hustler, her boyfriend he had customers
What they think we hustle for
They lien on me, lien on me
I went to TYC she had a baby on me when I took that time
4 years passed by

Mama had me on the east side
Look me in my eye I won't testify

This a letter to my mama nig
Look I know we never had shit
Somebody go tell my mama
She know bout bein 15 at the corner store