Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mama/Show Love, artist - Logic. Album song Confessions of a Dangerous Mind, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, Universal Music
Song language: English
Mama/Show Love |
I got the juice, coming for you and I’m bringing the noose |
Leaving 'em hanging, my shit banging |
Second that I came in the game, I’m aiming |
Hold up, wait a minute, break it down for the laymen |
(Do-do-do-do-do-do) |
I’m killin' everybody, I’m the MC that the MCs study |
Look up to me, little buddy (Do it like me, little buddy) |
Save yo money, don’t think about a Beamer |
'Til ya sellin' out arenas, and you’re ballin' like a |
Ballin'-ballin'-ballin'-ballin'- |
Everybody wonder what it be like |
Now it what it seem like, now it 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-vibing your shit |
Mama (Yeah, uh), 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 trill shit |
I be coolin', nigga, making stupid figures |
But the truth is realer than the fake shit |
Know they shoot to kill us, and produce the triggers |
I go two gorillas on some BAPE shit |
Look at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and extortion |
The Range and the Porsches, the same, but it’s gorgeous |
Mama called me, said your name on the Forbes list |
Thank God your daddy never paid for abortion |
But sharing clothes, good times, I’ma cherish those |
Now I’m stuck doing Paris shows |
Embarrass hoes on carousels, I’m careless though |
I bear the toe, don’t tear your soul (My god) |
Mama, look at me now |
Ayy, I’m the one that’s where you’re from |
They get it done, I’m killing them without a gun |
Take it in, rake 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, your profession |
Go be the best and all of that, nah fuck all of that |
No one call him back, yeah, no falling back |
Breaking down on stage, break it down the page |
Breaking down your age |
Like, like now, all you do is compare, compare, compare Comparing yourself to |
the world |
And you losing yourself to the world |
And you’re losing yourself to your money, your fame, and your fans |
You have bigger plans, you is in demand, they don’t give a (Damn) |
Spend all your money on bullshit and drama |
Had zeros and zeros, and commas on commas |
On commas, on commas, on commas (On commas) |
Mama, look at me now (Me now) |
Ayy, ayy, bitch, get the fuck off my dick |
Everybody ready, I’ma talk my shit |
Put him on my back, and then I 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 |
Goddamn, I been through it |
Goddamn, I 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» |
To say I love bitches, completely fictitious |
'Cause I, I respect women |
But let’s be real, man, there’s some bad bitches out there |
Man, I’m just playing |
Chiefin' the reefer, don’t know what I’m saying |
I’m pushin' 30, my, I’m pushin' 30, my man (It's time to have fun) |
Shoutout that boy Gambino, shoutout that boy K. Dot |
Shoutout 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 a 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 |
It’s how we people the same |
Don’t care what set you claim |
Shoutout that boy YG, Nat King Cole and JID |
Everybody know I be in the club V.I.P, huh |
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 you 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 |