Letter to My Momma

"I am so proud of you son, you are chasing your dreams"

"You're chasing your dreams, and making me proud, I love you"

And mom I told you imma make it

Imma king destined for greatness

Keep calm, one day

Baguettes on my bracelets

I know it's your day, momma go 'head and embrace it

I owe, all the snakes

Got a nuke when I cleared up the pavement

Not slow, we paid

Momma we finally made it

My friend Katrina said I would be famous way before I made it

And really I ain't even make it, I just want my dreams to come true

But one day imma go to the sky, takeoff through the sunroof

Whole lotta pain, I had to overcome to

Whole lotta days, stuck in the small room

Stuck in a daze, don't know what I'm gon' do

Couldn't use Waze, I was lost in the small room

Right now I'm broke, but know, I like to learn the harder way

Yeah bitch I'm balling, feel like Tim Hardaway

You are not blocking me

I just ignore I don't care if the trolls mean (I don't care)

They wanna be me, they all just be mocking me

I know I'm just starting, but one day I'll be with Wheezy

Cause now I'm coming up, yeah up to the ceiling

And momma all them days you was in pain, I'm here for healing

I seen my momma cry, I cannot repeat that feeling

I was hurting, she was hurting, she was hurt because my feelings

Well momma it's okay, give this music shit some time

Maybe this my hidden talent, that talent I couldn't find

I low key feel like I'm born for it

Made one song, it's a hit, it's a hit

Store it, cop a foreign

Can't wait till my music big enough for a performance

And right now is my time, so hell yeah bitch I stay focused

And yeah right now I'm really that guy

And if they hating on me, fuck em, they a Karen in disguise

The people know my name, and the girls they love my vibe

How he make music and content, he be really living life

Man you know I run it up, the top is where I strive

The charts I'm fucking up, that top spot finna be mine

I was getting tired, I ain't know how high to climb

Man almost gave up, like a good amount of times

Momma imma make it, imma king destined for greatness

Keep calm, one day, baguettes on my bracelets

I know it's your day, momma go 'head and embrace it

I owe all the snakes, got a nuke when I cleared up the pavement

Not slow, we paid, momma we finally made it

My friend Katrina said I would be famous way before I made it

And really I ain't even make it, I just want my dreams to come true

But one day imma go to the sky, takeoff through the sunroof, uh

Takeoff through the sunroof, even if there ain't a sunroof

Imma push so hard, so hard

I'm go through the damn roof

Imma go far, we stars, imma cop me an Audemar

That's one day in the future

But that might not even be far (no)