Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mama Loves Me, artist - Maino. Album song K.O.B 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hustle Hard
Song language: English
Mama Loves Me |
| Look, picture you dreaming just to wake up to a nightmare |
| Picture you wishing but nobody in this life cares |
| The sound of pistols still ringing in my right ear |
| From a place where life ain’t worth a pair of Nike Airs |
| Getting tired, just to cover up the pain I’m in |
| Grab the mallet just to feel like I’m Jermaine again |
| Ghetto boys on them corner streets made us men |
| Forgive us all, it was the hunger that just made us sin |
| Sacrifices, feeling Christless, mornings like this, ducking indictments |
| Watching my homie just bleed till he was lifeless |
| Think about my cousin Doub on nights like this |
| Mama loves me, mama loves me |
| So why the fuck would I just let these niggas judge me |
| Couldn’t walk inside my shoes if you was me |
| And you can put that on the heavens, that’s above me |
| Yeah, Papi say he want his brick back (what) |
| But we just split it like a Kit Kat |
| My homie told me once you take, you never give back |
| And what you reap is what you sow, you got to live that |
| So I’m addicted to this life, until the death of me |
| In the club letting strippers get the best of me |
| My dog gone from a bullet that was meant for me |
| Gotta live with it, can’t quit it, it’s my destiny |
| Getting rich and chasing bitches, drinking liquor |
| Count figures, taking bitches with my hittas |
| Hurt they feelings as I pull up on these niggas |
| With the same shit they see me with on Instagram and Twitter |
| So it’s death before dishonour |
| Yes we turned out well for some kids that had no fathers |
| From the prison cages where my friends can’t see their daughters |
| Worrying on the blocks, I was shooting on them corners, but |
| Mama loves me, mama loves me |
| So why the fuck would I just let these niggas judge me |
| Couldn’t walk inside my shoes if you was me |
| And even if you tried, you couldn’t budge me |
| I wonder if they listen when I’m gone |
| Who gon' pay attention and correct me when I’m wrong |
| Feeling magnificent, they got me in a zone |
| Caught up in my suffering so this is not a song |
| This is, this is my life on these Pro Tools |
| From the start baby I relay the most ghouls |
| We need to stick together like it’s no room |
| Mothers lost so our black babies feelling so doomed |
| Day dreaming in that Rolls Royce |
| Roley gleaming, can’t believe I was a lost boy |
| It was simple, either starve, we had no choice |
| Screaming out, we had to write the wrong in my own voice |
| Help me see the bigger picture |
| Got a letter from my homie said he miss niggas |
| It’s crazy how the system is designed to twist niggas |
| So I try to use my life to inspire and lift niggas but |
| Mama loves me, mama loves me |
| So why the fuck would I just let these niggas judge me |
| Couldn’t walk inside my shoes if you was me |
| So you think I really care if you didn’t trust me |
| (K.O.B bitch) |