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