Letra de Mama Told Me - Tory Lanez

My mama always told me I would have the hits

She wasn't alive to see me have a hit

Had to make decisions, go and hit the road

That was back when Keisha nearly had a kid

Nigga, had to sell about a quarter ounce

Sold pop of front of somethin' like a whole ounce

He said, "Why you never get to see me at the crib?"

Step mama moved in, nigga, so I bounced

Real shit, if I had to sell a quarter water

Only thing I gotta do I get rent pay

Told the teachers, nigga, I'ma be a fuckin' rebel

Dropped out next week, that was 10th grade

Yeah, rich young nigga, I came up

Told you niggas I would get my change up

Put 7 8 9 10 chains up

Fuck the 'gram, this show me where I came from

Yeah, uh, know we in the place

Hit the Ricky Bobby with the .40 on my waist

Gold grill shinin' like a Rollie in my face

I just hit a point like I'm Kobe with the play

Talkin' to the kid, dawg, niggas pissed off

But we can't hear after the planes lift off

Nigga, you are now talkin' to the kid, foo'

Lot of niggas talk the shit but they ain't really with the shit

For a rich nigga, rich nigga

All my niggas stars, when you see us

You are lookin' at a big dipper

Oh boy, oh God, let a nigga win, we gon' buy the whole store

One Umbrella, yeah

I told you niggas, I told you niggas

My mama always told me I would have the hits

She wasn't alive to see me have the hits

Had to make decisions, go and hit the road

Young black nigga stickin' to the code

Had a court case I done tossed that

Couple ex-bitches I divorced that

I remember when I could not afford that

Couldn't even sign for it, had to forge that

Yeah, money on the mind, got the ambition and the grind

Hang a fuck nigga like he dryin'

One twelfth rhyme

'Bout to order steak with the fries

Used to eat the Maruchan chicken with the side, one time

Every nigga workin' in the trap

Pray to Lord, help you if you servin' with the strap

Wait, J., you know I deserve me a plaque

If it ain't comin' to me, nigga, I murder a track

I'm a rich young nigga from the 416

Same bitches hatin', they be on my dick

Every year boy, we real heavy over here, boy

I waited for my time, now the shit is finally here, boy

Finally here, boy

My niggas finally here, boy

All the shit up in a year, boy

Standin' right here boy

It's clear boy

When I step up in the airport

Hold up, yeah

Wall-to-wall money, I done did it

Nigga, I'm the truth and I admit it

Contracts gettin' written, I'm the nigga

Air Jordan, my nation, Scottie Pippen

Killas on the payroll

They'll shoot it if I say so

2014, I ain't really for the beef

I just want the fuckin' peso

Yeah, and the cheese with the queso

100 Gs in the case, Lord

We was just some lil niggas last year

Playin' with them lil things off safe mode

Young nigga, had to get the money and the funds quicker

I don't wanna have niggas sleepin' on my shit

After a nigga dropped this one

I'm talking his-and-hers beamers for me and my side bitches

Calvin Klein pictures in all my design scriptures

Made a lot of money just spitting what’s flying richer

So niggas try and lay low, I just hope that they lie in ditches

I'm killing these niggas

George Foreman in the 6 how I'm grilling these niggas

Y'all like to play games and say names never to me directly

Just someone connected next to me, y'all ain't got the heart so you try and talk on the reg to me

Niggas steady claim that they got it

Tried to use my name in some product till I found out

Shit is crazy I made it, from the bottom and told the Dot that I got 'em

Some niggas just ain’t believe me, but shit, they couldn’t see it like Stevie

With the keys, but he still played them

And Jesus ain’t start with believers, but he still made 'em

I had to make some change, I made my dollars then I made my name

I’m never lettin' this fame let me change

I’m courtside a couple Laker games

I’m always in some block-a-hater frames

Or some, gold and you see wanna rob a player's chains

These niggas is like Destiny’s Child tryna say my name

It's worth it, I lay your hearse with purpose

These niggas put me on the hook 'cause they scared of my verses

And I can kill your best written while spitting my worst shit

Young rich and gifted nigga my writtens in cursive, listen

Y'all talking 'bout them high-tone women glowing skin tint purses

Already got my iPhone 6 with the Sprint service

At sixteen in limousines with the tint service

2015 it's hard not to commit murder

When I pull up, hop out, bringing the backwood up

Niggas hated last year now they saying "what up?"

You was not around when I was selling the cook up

Or roaming downtown without a home to hook up

Grandma basically told me to find a corner

Little did I know I’d be selling that marijauna

Little did I know it would turn into that Madonna

Little did I know I’d be selling right on Spadina

Little did I know I would roll into local diners, to try and find me a sandwich or something

'Cause this hunger from my heart is moving down to my stomach

Shit I’m scarred, I'm just tryin' to find myself on this fucking boulevard

It’s Fargo

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