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Obie Trice - Mama lyrics
[Chorus- Trey Songz] Only my mama done seen me cry, this my life... I'll be thuggin' till the day I die, this my life... You niggas don't know me... you can't slow me down You can't hold me... so imma keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' goin' on strong [Verse 1- Obie Trice] They say why you so defensive? I take that offensive Comin' from the shit that I lived in You wouldn't understand him unless you eye witness Chillin' on the block where vacant lots are given Women and children missin' men in the picture These niggas hit up sittin' down at some center Get a kite with a flick of a chick he once hit up Ridiculous but that's us niggas On the corner from dusk to dawn Till that shit whites brought to America's gone Be a good samaritan my heritage was did wrong So all that sufferin' that's just prolong Long as you knowin' that strong arm robbery Was brought on by this society deprivin' me This brings violence if you're not survivin' My environment, don't expect you to be drivin' in [Chorus- Trey Songz] Only my mama done seen me cry, this my life... I'll be thuggin' till the day I die, this my life... You niggas don't know me... you can't slow me down You can't hold me... so imma keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' goin' on strong [Verse 2- Obie Trice] Mama worked 37 years at the plant 34 days she missed, that's where I get my grind at Her little nigga, see her as father figure Even though she got hips and tender bitch up Show me how to manuever snakes far as niggas Eleanor Trice, one real sister Raised the kids up to be go getters Now a nigga living room big as an ampatheater Got the theater nigga I'm from the hood So at times I see the mirror and tell him he doin' good Keep up my spirits cause niggas want him destroyed But that's null and void when it comes to ya boy I'm from Detroit, Shady employee I'm on a voyage tryna get more than royalties Niggas some royalty, that's why your bitches spoil me O-T-R-I-C-E [Chorus- Trey Songz] Only my mama done seen me cry, this my life... I'll be thuggin' till the day I die, this my life... You niggas don't know me... you can't slow me down You can't hold me... so imma keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' goin' on strong [Verse 3- Obie Trice] I got visions of makin' executive decisions But the system tells me to be realistic You can't do shit with C's and D's I can do the work I'm just interested in makin' cheese So your schools can't control these G's He got his own rules and do whatever he please At ease to my soldiers that's feelin' Obie Long as I know my 1, 2, 3's I'm flippin' OZ's A nigga can count like an accountant Only difference is it ain't checks thatta be bouncin' It's powder, peep what he's pronouncin' Now he lives next to the teacher that denounced him Doubted him, now look at the child's outcome Deuce album got 'em speakin' highly in volume I assume I'm valuable, they throwin' in the towel Bow whenever they see him rollin' at diablo [Chorus- Trey Songz] Only my mama done seen me cry, this my life... I'll be thuggin' till the day I die, this my life... You niggas don't know me... you can't slow me down You can't hold me... so imma keep rollin', rollin', rollin' goin' on strong |
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