[Intro]
Everything for mama and the money
[Verse 1]
So many battle wounds, so many wounds from father to son
I'll know only a third, wounds under the necktie tense you up
From your skin, you made mine, from my skin, I made yours, my son
I'm scared of fucking it up, of not controlling myself, I risk
God Bless, Hamdoullah, thank you, in the name of the Father, the Son
The negro is rich and popular, plus, he arranged a meeting with the IRS
No, I never cry, I hide my pain, deep down, I'm sad
Hard is life in the game, mama, I smoke and give into vices
I'm not entirely the same, I spit out my hate all the time
Fuchsia nigga brings it back with bad breath, slowly
Grandma left, no, without me seeing her, I'm saddened
I realize that my presence was worth so much more than my money (Yeah)
[Bridge 1]
Doctor says “It's over”, I call him a son of a bitch, I panic
High, I don't know what to do, I imagine you six feet under, I shiver
Dad says: “It'll be okay” but his tears have already flowed in the emergency room
I say: “See you tomorrow” but in your eyes, there's no more strength left
[Chorus]
Mama, I love you (Eh), mama, I love you, love (Love)
Mama, I love you, love (Eh), mama, I love you, love
Mama, I love you (Eh), mama, I love you, love (Love)
Mama, I love you, in front of God, even if I never say it to your face
Mama, I love you (Eh), mama, I love you, love (Love)
Mama, I love you, love (Eh), mama, I love you, love
Mama, I love you (Eh), mama, I love you, love (Love)
Mama, I love you, in front of God, even if I never say it to your face
[Verse 2]
I don't know what this nigga wants from me (Nah, nah)
When I mess up he says it's me, when I succeed he says it's God (Yes)
A million, two, three, I'd like to see you like before
I'm on the sidewalk, death, let's hope it isn't too late
Why are you crying? Nah, why are you crying? Nah, nah, nah
Don't worry about us, I've got money until who knows when
Me, at the hospital, I saw that: friends, you had two of them
Mama, it's crazy, you forget yourself for sons of bitches who only think about themselves
Adamantine heart, full-time job: of you, that's what I remember
Breath fills you with hate, journalist in the game, only complaints
Fuck these people, yes, I'm angry, your funeral, they can't be coming
Hello? Son? It's Auntie, we know each other from Adam but not Eve
[Bridge 2]
Changed villain now popular, it was a big bedroom, not a commune
I didn't see you, no, no, no, yet, everyone had her number
Now, they scream: “Praise God”, all of you go fuck yourselves
I say: “See you tomorrow” but in your eyes, there's no more strength left
[Chorus]
Mama, I love you (Eh), mama, I love you, love (Love)
Mama, I love you, love (Eh), mama, I love you, love
Mama, I love you (Eh), mama, I love you, love (Love)
Mama, I love you, in front of God, even if I never say it to your face
Mama, I love you (Eh), mama, I love you, love (Love)
Mama, I love you, love (Eh), mama, I love you, love
Mama, I love you (Eh), mama, I love you, love (Love)
Mama, I love you, in front of God, even if I never say it to your face