| Pretty woman, where your secret lie?
|
| You was cute, but not a model size
|
| Not a model size, didn’t kill you
|
| Phenomenal woman, that was you, (oh momma)
|
| Big up, my inspiration
|
| I ain’t need no other demonstration
|
| You showed me ballin', at its highest high
|
| You shine brigther than a firefly
|
| On dark country sommer nights
|
| I like the sun, when it’s summer bright
|
| And everyday you made my summer right
|
| But you turned in lately with them thunder strikes
|
| Anytime them bad news beat me home
|
| I remember getting beaten on
|
| You remind me of the it was my birth
|
| So motherfuck earth, momma you my world
|
| (Glasses Malone)
|
| Momma you my world (momma you my world)
|
| Oh momma (for all the mommas in the world)
|
| Momma you my world (cause momma you’re my world)
|
| Oh momma (for all the mommas in the world)
|
| Pretty woman, where your secret lie?
|
| News hit on the day you die
|
| Now I’m just a shell of my former self
|
| Just another zombie that performs for wealth
|
| As if success could ever bring you back
|
| If my death could even bring you back
|
| I put that bull dog to my temper
|
| And let it pop like a pimper
|
| Blood in the pencil, so I’m bleeding as I’m writing
|
| I feel pain in every page I’m reciting
|
| This can’t be life, imagine days with no light
|
| No days, just nights
|
| Complete darkness, and they wonder why I’m heartless
|
| So in your name, for greatness imma strive
|
| That’s commendment number five
|
| Momma you my world |