I wanna dedicate song to my momma Know what Im talkin Happy birthday momma, birthday
To all the bullshit tryin to kill us, yup Yeah, you know Im sayin uh? The false divorces, child court, that's right, all that
Nigga out of school you stood by me Know what Im about? you, goin 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 Check this out
I been on top of the and been on bottom of the grind I came in the fresh cars playin surround I been in the sellin crack at the dope fiends Tryin to come up, used to be strung out on
I used to smoke fry, wasn't to die Every day I wake up I want to get high My momma came and got me that devil dope And keep me good even though I used to choose
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 this rap
Uh, and when they my money Momma never ever at me funny, now check it out The I had wasn't shit The nigga stole everything and snorted like a bitch
My stepped into this shit and went to every town That we to, every city puttin it down And them niggaz wanted to kill me, my momma said that bitch, I know you motherfuckers feel me, uh
So when you see me in the city my T lady Best believe we comin up and we livin shady I'm her and that is my only momma I'll kill you bitch ass niggaz if you brang the
I my angel, angel angel is mine, angel I my angel, angel angel is mine, angel
I was young, I to get sick a lot Now I'm rich it down with Rap-A-Lot I used to the flu, colds and pneumonia always tried to come and try to move on ya
Cause in my you either got to be a hustler Or you're out on the smokin crack and a buster So I had to up fast When come through I put that [Incomprehensible] on his ass
I my angel, angel That is mine, angel I found my angel, angel is mine, angel