I dedicate this song to my momma Know what Im talkin Happy birthday momma, birthday
To all the niggaz tryin to kill us, yup Yeah, you know what Im uh? The false divorces, support court, that's right, all that
Nigga droppin out of you stood by me Know Im talkin about? Thank you, to jail
So a lot of motherfuckers be sayin up in the sky But my right here, that's my angel Know what Im talkin about? Check out
I been on top of the world and on bottom of the grind I came through in the fresh cars playin I been in the city sellin at the dope fiends Tryin to come up, used to be strung out on
I used to fry, wasn't scared to die Every day when I up I want to get high My momma came and got me from devil dope And keep me even though I used to choose hoes
And sometimes with her older family members they bit wrong But that's how I came up, rap songs I in this shit since 16, comin up And puttin motherfuckers up on this thing up in rap scene
Uh, and they took my money Momma never ever at me funny, now check it out The manager I had wasn't The nigga stole everything and snorted coke like a
My momma stepped into this shit and went to town That we to, every city puttin it down And when them wanted to kill me, my momma said that bitch, I know you motherfuckers feel me, uh
So you see me in the city with my T lady Best believe we comin up and we ain't shady I'm her baby and that is my only kill you bitch ass niggaz if you brang the drama
I my angel, angel That is mine, angel I found my angel, That angel is mine,
I was young, I used to get a lot Now I'm puttin it down with Rap-A-Lot I used to have the flu, and pneumonia Niggaz always tried to come and try to on ya
Cause in my city you either got to be a Or you're out on the corner crack and a buster So I had to up fast niggaz come through I put that [Incomprehensible] on his ass
I found my angel, That is mine, angel I found my angel, That angel is mine,