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Mama Told Me (Explicit) - Tory Lanez
Lyrics by：Daystar Peterson/Play Picasso/Ryan Hemsworth
Produced by：Play Picasso/Ryan Hemsworth/Tory Lanez
My mama always told me I would have the hits
She wasn't alive to see me have a hit
Had to make decisions go and hit the road
That was back when Keisha and Nelly had a kid
Nigga had to sell about a quarter ounce
Sold pop of front of summin' like a w***e house
He said why you never get to see me at the crib
Step mama moved in nigga so I bounced
Real **** if I had to sell a quarter water
Only thing I gotta do I get rent pay
Told the teachers nigga I'mma be a ******* rebel
Dropped out next week that was tenth grade
Yeah rich young nigga I came up
Told you niggas I would get my change up
Put seven eight nine ten chains up
**** the gram
This show me where I came from
Yo
Know we in the place
Hit the Ricky Bobby with the 40 on my waist
Gold grill shinin' like a rollie in my face
I just hit a point like I'm Kobe with the play
Talkin' to the kid dawg niggas pissed off
We came here after the plays lift off
Nigga you are now talkin' to the kid foo'
Lot of niggas talk the ****
But they ain't really with the ****
For a rich nigga rich nigga
All my niggas stars when you see us
You are lookin' at a big dipper
Oh boy oh God let a nigga win
We gon' buy the whole store
One umbrella yeah
Yeah
I told you niggas I told you niggas yeah
My mama always told me I would have the hits
She wasn't alive to see me have a hit
Had to make decisions go and hit the road
Young black nigga stickin' to the code
Had a court case I done tossed that
Couple ex ******* I divorced that
I remember when I could not afford that
Couldn't even sign for it had to forge that
Eh money on my mind got the ambition and the grind
Hang a **** nigga like he dryin'
One twelfth rhyme
'Bout to order stake with the fries
Used to eat the main chow chicken with the salad one time
Every nigga workin' in the trap
Pray to Lord help you if you servin' with the strap
Wait J you know I deserve me a plaque
If it ain't comin' to me nigga I murder a track
I'm a rich young nigga from the 416
Same ******* hatin' they be on my d**k
Every year boy we real heavy ova here boy
I waited for my time now the **** is finally here boy
Finally here boy
My niggas finally here boy
All the **** up in a year boy
Standing right here boy
It's clear boy
When I step up in the airport hold up
Wall to wall money I done did it
Nigga I'm the truth and I admit it
Contracts gettin' written I'm the nigga
Air Jordan my nation Scottie Pippen
Killas on the payroll
They'll shoot it if I say so
2014 I ain't really for the beef
I just want the ******* peso
Yeah and the cheese with the queso
Hundred G's in the case Lord
We was just some lil' niggas last year
Playin' with them lil' things off safe mode
Young nigga had to get the money and the funds quicker
I don't wanna have niggas sleepin' on my ****
After a nigga dropped this one
This your is
This your is
I'm talking his-and-hers
Beamers for me and my side *******
Calvin Klein pictures in
All my design scriptures
Made a lot of money just
Spitting what's flying richer
So niggas try and lay low just
Hope that they lie in ditches
I'm killing these nggas
George Forman in the 6 how
I'm grilling these niggas
Y'all like to play games and
Say names never to me directly
Just someone connected next to me
Y'all ain't got the heart so you
Try and talk on the reg to me
Niggas steady claim that they got it
Tried to use my name in some
Product till I found out
**** is crazy I made it
From the bottom and told the
Dot that I got 'em
Some niggas just ain't believe me
But **** they couldn't see it like Stevie
With the keys but he still played them
And Jesus ain't start with believers
But he still made 'em
I had to make some change
I made my dollars then I made my name
I'm never lettin' this fame let me change
I'm courtside a couple Laker games
I'm always in some block-a-hater frames
Or some gold and you see me
Wanna rob a player's chains
These niggas is like Destiny's
Child tryna say my name
It's worth it I lay your hearse with purpose
These niggas put me on the hook
'Cause they scared of my verses
And I can kill your best written
While spitting my worst ****
Young rich and gifted nigga
My writtens in cursive listen
'Yall talking 'bout them high-tone women
Glowing skin tint purses
Already got my iPhone 6 with the sprint service
At sixteen in limousines with the tint service
2015 it's hard not to commit murder
When I pull up hop out bringing the backwood up
Niggas hated last year now they saying what up
You was not around when I was selling the cook up
Or roaming downtown without a home to hook up
Grandma basically told me to find a corner
Little did I know I'd be selling that marijauna
Little did I know it would turn into that Madonna
Little did I know I'd be selling right on Spadina
Little did I know I would roll
Into local diners to try and find
Me a sandwich or something
'Cause this hunger from my heart
Is moving down to my stomach
**** I'm scarred I'm just tryin'
To find myself on this ******* boulevard
It's Fargo
