Mama / Show Love (feat. YBN Cordae)

Mama, look at me now

Mama, look at me now

I got the juice

Comin' for you and I'm bringin' a noose

Leavin' 'em hangin', my shit bangin'

Second that I came in the game, I'm aimin'

Hold up, wait a minute, break it down for the layman

I'm killin' everybody

I'm the MC that the MC's study

Look up to me little buddy

(Do it like me little buddy)

Save your money

Don't think about a Beamer till you're selling out arenas

And you're ballin' like a (Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin')

Everybody wonder what it be like

Nothin' what it seem like, nothin' what it dream like

Go like green light, somethin' what a fiend like

Do it for the drug and we do it for the love

And we do it for the high that we get when we ride in the whip

And somebody pull up on you and they vibe-vibe-vibin' your shit

Mama, look at me now

Mama, look what you created, now I'm super faded

And I'm truly hated 'cause I'm real rich

But she too elated 'cause she knew we made it

Got the Louis sueded on some chill shit

I be coolin' ****, makin' super figures

But the truth is realer than the fake shit

Know they shoot to kill us and produce the triggers

I go too gorilla on some BAPE shit

Look at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and extortion

The Range and the Porche, it's same but it's gorgeous

Mama called me, said your name on the Forbes list

Thank God your daddy never paid for abortion

We was sharin' clothes, good times, I'ma cherish those

Non-stop doin' Paris shows

Embarrass hoes in parasols

I'm careless so I bare the toll

Don't tear your soul

Mama, look at me now

Ay, I'm the one that's way in front

I get it done, I'm killin' 'em without a gun

Take it in, break it in

(Like a leaf from a money tree)

Keep it goin', keep it goin'

Get the money, get the money when it's sunny

'Cause when them clouds come

(I can promise it's depression)

That's when you learn your lesson

Thought you was cut out for this here profession

Go be the best and all of that

Nah, fuck all of that

No one callin' back and y'all fallin' back

Breakin' down on stage, breakin' down the page

Breakin' down ya age, like

Like now, all you do is compare and compare and compare

And comparin' yourself to the world

And you're losing yourself to the world and you're losing yourself to your money

Your fame and your fans

You had bigger plans, you was in demand

They don't give a (Damn)

Spend all your money on bullshit and drama

Add zeros on zeros and commas on commas and commas and commas and commas

Mama, look at me now

Aye, aye

Bitch get the fuck off my dick

Everybody ready I'ma talk my shit

Put 'em on the back and let me walk my shit

Fuck around, flick my wrist, get it like this

I got more plaques than I know what to do with

Believed in myself when nobody else knew it

God damn, I've been through it

God damn, I've been through it

You ain't got class, bitch, you been truant

I am the truest, no need to ask

Back it up girl now, back that ass

Bobby get bitches 'cause bitches love Bobby

And all of the bitches say Bobby delicious

They say your lil' bitch is completely fictitious

'Cause I, I respect women

But let's be real man, there's some bad bitches out there

Man, I'm just playin'

Chief of the reefer, don't know what I'm sayin'

I'm pushin' 30 my, I'm pushin' 30, my man (I'm just tryna have fun)

Shout out that boy Gambino

Shout out that boy K-Dot

Shout out that boy Young Drizzy

All y'all been doin' a lot

Why the rap game so scared to show love?

I don't know, but I am not

That shit right there on Black Thought

Now bring it back to The Roots

Yes, I most definitely got the juice

Yes, I got love for the game

Don't do this shit for the fame

Yes, all we people the same

Don't care what set you claim

Shout out that boy YG

Nat King Cole and JID

Everybody know I be in the club VIP

Hah, sike, not me

Too many people to name

But know I got love for you all

If you need me I got you, I promise I got you

Just give me a call

Hip-hop, we a family

But the hype beast wanna ban me

'Cause I am me, speak love not hate

So they don't understand me

2019, better get that Grammy

Give me my props where props is due

Why everybody wanna come stop you?

Maybe they mad that they not you

When they preach that peace and love

Make them wanna come through, pop shots at you

That's no love, fuck that

Show love, don't buck back like a bitch