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Mama feat. Trey Songz
Obie Trice
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Only my mama done see me cry (Me cry)
This my life
I'll be thuggin 'til the day I die (I die)
This my life
You niggas don't know me (No)
You can't slow me down (No)
You can't hold me (Oh)
So I'mma keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin
Goin' on strong
They say, "Why you so defensive?" I take that offensive
Comin from the shit that I lived in
You wouldn't understand him unless you eyewitness
Chillin on the block where vacant lots are given
Women and children missin men in the picture
Niggas hit up sittin down in some center
Get a kite with a flick of a chick he once hit up
Ridiculous, but that's us niggas
On the corner from dusk to dawn
'Til that shit whites brought to America's gone
Be a good Samaritan, my heritage was did wrong
So all that sufferin that's just prolonged
Long as you knowin that that strong-arm robbery
Was brought on from this society deprivin me
This brings violence if you're not survivin
My environment, don't expect you to be drivin in
Only my mama done see me cry (Me cry)
This my life
I'll be thuggin 'til the day I die (I die)
This my life
You niggas don't know me (No)
You can't slow me down (No)
You can't hold me (Oh)
So I'mma keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin
Goin' on strong
Mama worked thirty-seven years in the plant
Thirty-four days she missed, that's where I get my grind at
Her lil' nigga, see her as father figure
Even though she got hips and tend to bitch up
Showed me how to maneuver snakes, false niggas
Eleanor Trice, one real sister
Raised the kids up to be go-getters
Now a nigga livin room big as a amphitheater
Got the theater, nigga, I'm from the hood
So at times I see the mirror and tell him he doin good
Keep up my spirits 'cause niggas want him destroyed
But that's null and void when it comes to your boy
I'm from Detroit, Shady employee
I'm on a voyage tryin to get more than royalties
Niggas, I'm royalty, that's why you bitches spoil me
O-T-R-I-C-E
Only my mama done see me cry (Me cry)
This my life
I'll be thuggin 'til the day I die (I die)
This my life
You niggas don't know me (No)
You can't slow me down (No)
You can't hold me (Oh)
So I'mma keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin
Goin' on strong
I got visions of makin executive decisions
But the system tells me to be realistic
You can't do shit with C's and D's
I can do the work, I'm just interested in makin cheese
So your schools can't control these G's
He got his own rules and do whatever he please
At ease to my soldiers that's feelin Obie
Long as I know my 1-2-3's, I'm flippin O-Z's
A nigga can count like an accountant
Only difference is it ain't checks that'll be bouncin
It's "Hold up, peep what he's pronouncin"
Now he lives next to the teacher that denounced him
Doubted him, now look at the child's outcome
Deuce album got him speakin highly in volume
I assume I'm valuable, they throwin in the towel
Bow whenever they see him roll in that Diablo
Only my mama done see me cry (Me cry)
This my life
I'll be thuggin 'til the day I die (I die)
This my life
You niggas don't know me (No)
You can't slow me down (No)
You can't hold me (Oh)
So I'mma keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin
Goin' on strong
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