| (I, I wait for the day, a sweet gentle sway | 
| A sweet gentle sway…) | 
| 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) | 
| Somebody tell my mama I made it (C'mon) | 
| Mama I made it (C'mon) | 
| Tell my mama I made it (C'mon, c’mon) | 
| Somebody tell my mama I made it (Oh, uh) | 
| Tell my mama I made it | 
| Copped her a Rollie for the time we never spent (Ma) | 
| She ain’t never gotta worry 'bout no rent (Never) | 
| Tell my mama I made it | 
| She used to slap us when we used to try to cuss (Ooh!) | 
| I got sick of seein' you drivin' that bus | 
| Tell my mama I made it (I made it) | 
| She used to have to worry if I’m breathin' | 
| She ain’t never gotta worry 'bout us eatin' (Never) | 
| Tell my mama I made it | 
| So proud of her firstborn, I could tell (I know it) | 
| She the only one sent me money in jail (Only one) | 
| Tell my mama I made it | 
| She used to hold me when I used to bang my head at night (Facts) | 
| Ruth’s Chris dinners don’t taste as good as her eggs and rice (At all) | 
| 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 (Never) | 
| It was nothin' domestic, I can’t hit a woman (Uh-uh) | 
| A woman raised me, woman fed me, woman bathed me | 
| Ghetto changed me (Woo!) | 
| Mama raised me strong, won’t let 'em slave me (Never) | 
| Thank you for not smokin' crack back in the eighties | 
| I was born healthy (Mmm) | 
| We ain’t have too much at all, I wasn’t born wealthy | 
| I thank God for keeping me alive (The rest) until my mom’s healthy | 
| Tell my mama I made it | 
| Copped her a Rollie for the time we never spent (I love you, Ma) | 
| 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 (I made it) | 
| She used to have to worry if I’m breathin' (Worry) | 
| She ain’t never gotta worry 'bout us eatin' | 
| Tell my mama I made it | 
| So proud of her firstborn, I could tell | 
| She the only one sent me money in jail | 
| Tell my mama I made it | 
| When Freaky died, you told me, «Dave, stop cryin'"(Stop) | 
| Used to be scared to tell the truth, you told me, «Dave, stop lyin'"(Uh) | 
| 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 drum blow, remember wakin' up | 
| The whole crib smell like gumbo (Whole crib) | 
| 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 (Uh) | 
| Tell my mama I made it (Ma) | 
| Copped her a Rollie for the time we never spent (Never) | 
| She ain’t never gotta worry 'bout no rent (Uh-uh) | 
| 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 (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 (Mama, I made it) | 
| So proud of her firstborn, I could tell (I know) | 
| She the only one sent me money in jail | 
| Tell my mama I made it | 
| Front on mama, rather get buried instead (Buried) | 
| Introduced us to eatin' syrup and bread | 
| Just tell my mama I made it (Uh) | 
| I met a lotta people in life, but my mama my favorite | 
| I think I’m lit but she remind me I’m David (Every time) | 
| When I ain’t know what I was goin' through in 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? | 
| (How?) | 
| Just wanna let her know, «Yo, Ma, you the greatest» | 
| 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 (Been with me all my life) | 
| She used to slap us when we used to try to cuss | 
| I got sick of seein' you drivin' that bus (So I drove for her, you na’mean?) | 
| Tell my mama I made it | 
| She used to have to worry if I’m breathin' (Mama) | 
| She ain’t never gotta worry 'bout us eatin' | 
| Tell my mama I made it (Yeah) | 
| So proud of her firstborn, I could tell (So proud) | 
| She the only one sent me money in jail | 
| Tell my mama I made it (Mama, I made it) | 
| Tell my mama I made it | 
| We’re havin' conversations, mom and son, like that | 
| Tell my mama I made it | 
| I did it for her | 
| Tell my mama I made it | 
| Whatever success is in your own mind | 
| Tell my mama I made it, yeah | 
| Yeah, yeah, tell my mama I made it |