(H-Hot made the beat)
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, told my mama, "Look at me mama"
We 'bout to leave mama
Fly you overseas mama
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, look at me mama
Look at me
Look, I told my mama, "Sorry mama, for the pain that was caused"
I know you hurting, sipping liquor for all the people you lost
I'm tryna dust my shoulders off so I can win, be a boss
But it's kinda hard when you got people praying hard that you lost
Look in my eyes, you gon' see a youngi'n eager to make it
When you've been waiting this long, it's kinda hard to be patient
We done stayed in shelters, cold nights when I stayed in that basement
Waiting for snow to hit, 'cause that's the only time I got payments
But I ain't far though, word to my uncle, I ball like Rondo
If people did some stuff, I ain't say nothing but I ain't blind though
Took it on my chin when I ain't have no father figure
Shout out to my mama, held it up, she is my father figure
Stay around happy people, guess that make me happy too
No I ain't happy, I just keep a smile on my face to please you
Raised by a single mother, what make you think I need you?
And if my family bleeding, you the one did it, then you bleed too
Look at me mama
I done came a long way, I'm rapping on these beats mama
Remember when I couldn't even say my ABCs mama
Mama, just look at your son
I got the keys mama, we 'bout to leave mama
Fly you overseas mama
Yeah, yeah, yeah, look at me mama
Yeah, yeah, yeah, look at me mama
We 'bout to leave mama
Fly you overseas mama, yeah
Yeah, I don't got no time for them
I don't build my grind for them
If you say you rap then rap it to me
Why you lying for him?
If my uncle was here with a label, I would sign to him
'Cause he's the only one that I trust for real, I gotta shine for him
I gotta pick up my grind and move around though I can't sit
I got some people tryna sign me, knew this rapping was it
'Til I get a million dollar car, and a million dollars, I'm rich
Then look my uncle in the sky, and say "Six figures was it"
Sometimes I walk up in the store that I ain't gon' make it out
Been saying this since I was nine that we gon' make it out
I used to take shortcuts to school through them vacant house
And you knew you was with me, so tell me what you being fake about?
They be like 'Noonie got a passion, he gon' make it'
If I ever make it in the game, I promise they won't take it
My grandma told me, "It ain't just go up here, gotta be patient"
Ain't nobody in my shoes to do it for me, I'm gon' chase it
Look at me mama
I done came a long way, I'm rapping on these beats mama
Remember when I couldn't even say my ABCs mama
Mama, just look at your son
I got the keys mama, we 'bout to leave mama
Fly you overseas mama
Yeah, yeah, yeah, look at me mama
Yeah, yeah, yeah, look at me mama
We 'bout to leave mama
Fly you overseas mama, yeah