This one right here.... Goes out to my mama. (This Goes out to mama). Your mama. And everybody mama (haha). Here we go... listen listen. . I remember Saturday mornin's.
Mind on my money. Money on my mind. Trying to stack paper. Counting every little dime. Down to the penny. Holla if ya hear me. I do it for the streets ya.
Said I'm no good without you. And I couldn't do better. Tryina make me feel so lost without you. And all the things that you told me. You tryina kill me softly.