I dedicate this song to my momma Know what Im about? birthday momma, happy birthday
To all the bullshit tryin to kill us, yup Yeah, you what Im sayin uh? The false divorces, child support court, right, all that
Nigga droppin out of school you by me what Im talkin about? Thank you, to jail
So a lot of be sayin stars up in the sky But my star here, that's my angel Know what Im about? Check this out
I on top of the world and been on bottom of the grind I through in the fresh cars playin surround I been in the city sellin crack at the fiends to come up, used to be strung out on promethazine
I used to fry, wasn't scared to die day when I wake 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 members they lil' bit wrong But that's how I came up, makin rap I been in this shit since 16, up And puttin motherfuckers up on this thing up in rap scene
Uh, and when they took my never ever looked at me funny, now check it out The manager I had shit The nigga stole and snorted coke like a bitch
My momma stepped into this shit and to every town we came to, every city puttin it down And when them niggaz wanted to kill me, my said Fuck that bitch, I you motherfuckers feel me, uh
So when you see me in the with my T lady Best we comin up and we ain't livin shady I'm her baby and that is my momma I'll you bitch ass niggaz if you brang the drama
I my angel, angel That is mine, angel I found my angel, angel is mine, angel
I was young, I to get sick a lot Now I'm rich puttin it down Rap-A-Lot I used to the flu, colds and pneumonia Niggaz always to come and try to move on ya
Cause in my city you either got to be a Or you're out on the corner smokin crack and a So I had to up fast When come through I put that [Incomprehensible] on his ass
I found my angel, That angel is mine, I found my angel, That angel is mine,