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• Artiste: Marqus Clae
• Titre: Mama Used To Say
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(Yeah) (Yeah) Yeah Yeah We start to finish, I had a plan that we'd start the business My arms extended to real niggas that's lost in trenches My granny died in front of me, I can't get off the image Like why would God allow me to see somethin' so descriptive Eleven years later, I still sit with the same grief Seconds away from hatin' the world, could you blame me? Heart big as the Eiffel Tower but still it feels cold I'm kickin' my way through the steel doors with Timberland steel toes Now I'm seekin' for vеngeance Couple dеmons watchin' over me, they want me to give in It felt good to see my uncle walk free from the shackles placed on his feet and received arrangements of peace Shit, I feel like I'm responsible to show him the ropes Of this new wicked world that got us by the throat Adrenaline simmerin', mentally, I'm fucked up pretty bad I didn't really see a lot of good days lookin' back Fuck it though Mama used to tell me, "Lil nigga, go back outside" Mama used to tell me to look a man in the eye Mama used to tell me these bitches ain't got my back Mama used to tell me these niggas'll get you whacked Mama used to tell me, "Lil nigga, go back outside" Mama used to tell me to look a man in the eye Mama used to tell me these bitches ain't got my back (Yo) Mama used to tell me these niggas'll get you whacked Ayy, this is my prophecy, I got to see the peek of the light My life was obsolete, now I believe, I'm eager to fly Like eagles in skies that sit over planes I fantasize to float in the wind up under my wings (South coast) Okay, the industry was never meant for a nigga like me Too many wanna be seen, fuckin' up the regime I had dreams of cruisin' in Benzes, mula that's endless, I'm not cool with a pension To go out or really learn how to maneuver through friction It's all for what nigga resort to little attention Aware of the blasphemous chatter but I rarely listen I never fucked with none of you niggas to begin with I don't want features or pictures or internet friendships I'm on my Pac shit With all odds against me, I viciously pop shit They never care until the day you bigger than life Or when it's over and your family remembers your life, damn Mama used to tell me, "Lil nigga, go back outside" Mama used to tell me to look a man in the eye Mama used to tell me these bitches ain't got my back Mama used to tell me these niggas'll get you whacked Mama used to tell me, "Lil nigga, go back outside" Mama used to tell me to look a man in the eye Mama used to tell me these bitches ain't got my back Mama used to tell me these niggas'll get you whacked