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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Vocals
Faye
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Brewster
Songwriter
Abraham Orellana
Songwriter
Jeffrey Allen
Songwriter
Ricky Kinchen
Songwriter
Keirston Jamal Lewis
Songwriter
Lawrence G. Waddell
Songwriter
Stokley Williams
Songwriter
Homer R. O'Dell
Songwriter
Jahmal Gwin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Kuz
Mixing Engineer
BoogzDaBeast
Co-Producer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
araabMUZIK
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(I wait for the day, a sweet gentle sway)
(A sweet gentle sway)
[Verse 2]
Okay, y'all gettin' on outta here
David, watch out for your lil' brother, and y'all have a good day
Love y'all
Love you too, Mom
(You are now listening to AraabMUZIK)
[Verse 3]
Somebody tell my mama I made it
Mama I made it
Tell my mama I made it
Somebody tell my mama I made it
[Verse 4]
Tell my mama I made it
Copped her a Rollie for the time we never spent
She ain't never gotta worry 'bout no rent
Tell my mama I made it
She used to slap us when we used to try to cuss
I got sick of seein' you drivin' that bus
Tell my mama I made it
She used to have to worry if I'm breathin'
She ain't never gotta worry 'bout us eatin'
Tell my mama I made it
So proud of her first born, I could tell
She the only one sent me money in jail
Tell my mama I made it
[Verse 5]
She used to hold me when I used to bang my head at night
Ruth's Chris dinners don't taste as good as her eggs and rice
Couldn't be no punk, you told me early, "Son, you better fight"
Handlebars shaky, I was beggin' you for a better bike
Think it was a Mongoose or one of them BMX shits
Innocent baby pictures, never seen me bein' arrested
It was nothin' domestic, I can't hit a woman
A woman raised me, woman fed me, woman bathed me
Ghetto changed me
Mama raised me strong, won't let 'em slave me
Thank you for not smokin' crack back in the 80's
I was born healthy
We ain't have too much at all, I wasn't born wealthy
I thank God for keeping me alive
Until my mom's healthy
[Verse 6]
Tell my mama I made it
Copped her a Rollie for the time we never spent
She ain't never gotta worry 'bout no rent
Tell my mama I made it
She used to slap us when we used to try to cuss
I got sick of seein' you drivin' that bus
Tell my mama I made it
She used to have to worry if I'm breathin'
She ain't never gotta worry 'bout us eatin'
Tell my mama I made it
So proud of her first born, I could tell
She the only one sent me money in jail
Tell my mama I made it
[Verse 7]
When Freaky died, you told me, "Dave, stop cryin'"
Used to be scared to tell the truth, you told me, "Dave, stop lyin'"
You put too much inside my heart to hear that Dave stopped tryin'
It gotta be no tires or no gas if Dave not ridin'
You provided, I would ask you for expensive shit, you still would try to buy it
Disrespect my mother, I'ma start a riot
I see you lookin' tired, doin' the laundry
Hope Unc get off that rock, your baby brother been a zombie
I just let this blunt blow, remember wakin' up
The whole crib smell like gumbo
Or rice and beans when I would spend my night with fiends
You'd pray me and my brother just be cool
You just hoped me and my father never argue
Soon as I land, I'ma call you
[Verse 8]
Tell my mama I made it
Copped her a Rollie for the time we never spent
She ain't never gotta worry 'bout no rent
Tell my mama I made it
She used to slap us when we used to try to cuss
I got sick of seein' you drivin' that bus
Tell my mama I made it
She used to have to worry if I'm breathin'
She ain't never gotta worry 'bout us eatin'
Tell my mama I made it
So proud of her first born, I could tell
She the only one sent me money in jail
Tell my mama I made it
[Verse 9]
Front on mama, rather get buried instead
Introduced us to eatin' syrup and bread
Just tell my mama I made it
I met a lotta people in life, but my mama my favorite
I think I'm lit but she remind me I'm David
I ain't know what I was gon' do jail, I came home
And took you to Bloomingdale's
Missin' your perfume, thinkin' how you would smell
My mother, my heart, how could you honestly hate it?
Just wanna let her know, "Yo, Ma, you the greatest"
[Verse 10]
Tell my mama I made it
Copped her a Rollie for the time we never spent
She ain't never gotta worry 'bout no rent
Tell my mama I made it
She used to slap us when we used to try to cuss
I got sick of seein' you drivin' that bus
Tell my mama I made it
She used to have to worry if I'm breathin'
She ain't never gotta worry 'bout us eatin'
Tell my mama I made it
So proud of her first born, I could tell
She the only one sent me money in jail
Tell my mama I made it
Written by: Abraham Orellana, David Brewster, David Brewster Jr, Homer R. Odell, Jahmal Gwin, Jeffrey Allen, Keirston Jamal Lewis, Lawrence G. Waddell, Ricky Kinchen, Stokley Williams