Fat Trel - Dear Momma lyrics

[Intro:] Aye, mom, bet you know I luv you tho, right? Turn my mic up a lil bit, this some real sh** up here [Hook:] Yuh, nobody eva gave my mama sh** And everything I got my mama work to get I can remember my mama counting on them counterfeits And getting cheese and other sh** that she needed from the government They tried to tell me mama ain't a soldier Tried to work her to d**h, she stressing make her upset She gonna collect checks when it's all ova I had a dream she was on the stove She broke the cold, remember? Dinner was froze, my n***a They tried to tell me mama ain't a soldier Sleeping in the cold, told the world what I owe to my n***as [Verse 1:] And high times was the best times Especially when you work hard for the check line Remember patiently waiting till it was my time And now you readin' my articles in the hot times Yeah, and neva worry mama, I'm fine You know a n***a neva stuck across the gun line I know you happy ain't runnin' from the one times Cause now they tellin' deejay run it back one time Yeah, I'm only hopping for the sunshine Range Rovers to drop tops in summer times Cold n***a, new Porsche on the front porch I made my dream come true, momma, here's yours [Hook] [Verse 2:] Look, sometimes I really miss the rough times Skippin' cla**, double up on the lunch line No food, no lights, only tough times And 'em UUV's, ducking, lunching one time Yeah, and neva worry, momma, I'm fine It all started when I signed on the dotted line You know it's stake with the lobster at lunch time And every time you see me it become the coma time Yeah, and that's ok, momma, I made a check, it's pose be comin' anyday, momma I'm still your son, no matter what police'll say, momma Long as I'm living, everything will be ok, momma And that's real sh** [Hook] [Outro:] Lord, there's just one thing [?] The hurt and pain or the strife She worked the day and worked the nights So I put it down on my life They tried to tell me mama ain't a soldier They tried to tell me mama ain't a soldier