My Momma Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, Dear Momma

My momma raised me on rice and gravy

My momma raised me as a project baby

My momma raised me, with no helping hand

Although my father wasn't there, she made sure I was a man, yeah

My momma raised me on rice and gravy

My momma raised me as a project baby

My momma raised me, with no helping hand

Although my father wasn't there, she made sure I was a man, yeah

Yeah, dear momma, I'm dedicating this song to you

Although it wasn't easy, yo sacrifices help get us through

I know the lord was guiding you, you might've missed a tithe or two

But every time I cried to you, he showed he would provide for you

I'll ride or die for you, like you would for me

They told you leave me with my father, but you didn't agree

See you would miss out on sleep, working until you felt weak

While they would compliment ya strength, I saw you silently weep

I finally see, it's kinda hard for a woman to try and raise a man

To try and keep alive, and help him understand

That the world won't love him, and no one gives a damn

Although she tries to protect me, my life's in god's hands

And now I understand, just why the pain was worth it

My momma my scarified so much, to show me I was perfect

Love I deserved it, respect already earned it

My momma gave her all to me, I'm just tryna return it

My momma raised me on rice and gravy

My momma raised me as a project baby

My momma raised me, with no helping hand

Although my father wasn't there, she made sure I was a man, yeah

My momma raised me on rice and gravy

My momma raised me as a project baby

My momma raised me, with no helping hand

Although my father wasn't there, she made sure I was a man, yeah

My momma told me

Speak it to existence, everyday's a privilege

Show yo commitment resilient, til everyday is Christmas

Must be consistent, and show niggas you different

I gotta show I'm brilliant, til my money hit a billion

Until my momma in a mansion, driving cars she can't imagine

Til circumvent generational wealth with rapping

Fuck all that capping, I'm never giving up

While y'all was watching Cyberchase, I dreamt of PBS at lunch, uhh

Paper, bread, and skrilla, bank accounts with ten figures

Counting success with my niggas, now that's the perfect scheme

Make sure my cousin eat good, can't leave no one in the hood

I'll never turn Hollywood, now that's the perfect dream

I know its hard, but in the end it's worth

That's why I'm pouring out my heart, because I found my purpose

So know I've only scratch the surface, of my full potential

Momma I love you, cuz your help has always been essential

My momma raised me on rice and gravy

My momma raised me as a project baby

My momma raised me, with no helping hand

Although my father wasn't there, she made sure I was a man, yeah

My momma raised me on rice and gravy

My momma raised me as a project baby

My momma raised me, with no helping hand

Although my father wasn't there, she made sure I was a man, yeah