Lyrics Dear Mom, - Summrs

Dear Mom,

Wanna start this shit off by saying that I’m sorry\nFor all the shit that I put you through\nFor all the shit that you went through\nYou a real ass woman, can’t nobody take that hat from you\nI’ma put you in a big house, I promise\nI’ma put a smile on your face, I promise\nSince you ain’t get to see me go to college\nBut I promise that your baby got knowledge\nI’ma make sure that your business start poppin'\nI’ma make sure that you don’t stress while shoppin'\nI’ma make sure that you know you somebody\nTo me, and your kids, and your husband\nYeah, I’ma make sure that you don’t struggle\n'Cause you made sure that you was my mother\nI’ma take it back to '99, you had me when you was nineteen, raisin' me all by\nyourself\nDaddy was up in the\n, had a kid with somebody else\nAnd I can’t imagine how the fuck you really felt\nBut I can’t blame that nigga, 'cause I see him up in myself (Ayy yo,\nthat’s Nick)\nBut he put a ring on your finger, and he showed you that he meant it\nYou forgave him for cheatin', and I hate that all these people take your\nkindness for weakness\nYou take pride in your achievements, seen you fight all your demons\nYou take care of your children (Ayy yo, that’s Nick),\n'fore you do a killin'\nIf they lay a hand on\n, definition of a woman\nYou stayed up late nights helpin' with my homework, we fuss, we fight\nYou called dad every night just to get me right (Ayy yo, that’s Nick)\nHe’d tell you take my phone from me, I sneak through the night, go get it back\nSoon as he get home, that’s my ass, I appreciate both of y’all for that\n'Cause if not, where would I be at?\nClose my eyes, wish for Brenda back, I know she ain’t comin' back\nAlways tryna get over that (Ayy yo, that’s Nick)\nWish she could see where I’m at\n'Fore you died, I ain’t get to call you back\nWish I could get another chance\nThis one right here for you, Brenda\nDo you remember when I would help with your hand?\nWhen you fucked it up, punched it through the glass\nAnd I’d do the same when I get mad, swear that I’m just like you, man (Ayy yo,\nthat’s Nick)\nYou remember grandparents' day of school? We painted our hand\n(I think I was in like kindergarten or like first grade or some shit like that)\nTook me to the beach, my first time playin' in the sand (Ayy yo, that’s Nick)\nI swear that you was always the one that always knew I would be the man\nYou bought me a drum set, wanted me to join the band\nYou knew I loved the music, broke down hearin' your voice message\nI thought you’d be here to meet my kids (Ayy yo, that’s Nick)\nWhy’d it have to turn out like this?\nI gotta end your part right here, don’t wanna break down in tears\nThis for the fans\nI’m tryna get off drugs, I know y’all hate to see me like this\nTryna get back on my shit (Ayy yo, that’s Nick)\nI find myself unmotivated, swear this shit be complicatin'\nThis fame shit, I don’t like it, I hate it\nY’all made my dreams come true, made me who I wanted to be\nMade me who I worked to be, I’ma leave a legacy, yeah\n(Rest in peace Brenda, I love you)\n(Forever and ever)\n(Oh, oh, oh)\n(Oh, oh)\n(Oh, oh, oh)