If I Was ft. Da Foreigna Lyrics

Dear Mama, I beg your forgiveness

The daily hustle is real God's my witness

For every G I made I spent two

And this is something I know I can't do

This American dream is an illusion

I am forced to the resources I am using

Don't believe what you see in all the videos

I am all out of milk and the cereal

Is pretty stale the city failed to pay me

And this dude they call Sam trying to play me

He is not Fam so I refuse to call him uncle

Some are using food stamps but I don't want to

I am capable of nine to fiving

I am unbreakable yo I am surviving

Mom, I promise you that before I go

We are going to be making and raking in the dough

Dear Mama pack your bags with the quickness

Things are looking pretty good and the business

Is spreading thru the nation like a sickness

Like I won the Belmont Kentucky and the Preakness

Should've happen sooner but I am happy that it did

Years in the struggle trouble felt like a bid

Now you can pick and choose

Fashion styles and the slickest shoes

Whatever you want no limit yes boundless

Hat collection section countless

Trips to the Canary islands and France

Can't wait to see you doing your happy dance

No going back is one way hey

Who would've thought that one day

A kid from a wooden project housing

Just that alone sounds surprising