[Chorus] (Hey Mama), I wanna scream so loud for you, cuz I'm so proud of you Let me tell you what I'm about to do, (Hey Mama) I know I act a fool but, I promise you I'm goin back to school I appreciate what you allowed for me I just want you to be proud of me (Hey Mama)
[Verse 1] I wanna tell the whole world about a friend of mine This little light of mine and I'm finna let it shine I'm finna take yall back to them better times I'm finna talk about my mama if yall don't mind I was three years old, when you and I moved to the Chi Late December, harsh winter gave me a cold You fixed me up something that was good for my soul Famous homemade chicken soup, can I have another bowl? You work late nights just to keep on the lights Mommy got me training wheels so I could keep on my bike And you would give anything in this world Michael Jackson leather and a glove, but didn't give me a curl And you never put no man over me And I love you for that mommy cant you see? Seven years old, caught you with tears in your eyes Cuz a nigga cheatin, telling you lies, then I started to cry As we knelt on the kitchen floor I said mommy Imma love you till you don't hurt no more And when I'm older, you aint gotta work no more And Imma get you that mansion that we couldn't afford See you're, unbreakable, unmistakable Highly capable, lady that's makin loot A livin legend too, just look at what heaven do Send us an angel, and I thank you (Hey Mama)
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[Verse 2] Forrest Gump mama said, life is like a box of chocolates My mama told me go to school, get your doctorate Somethin to fall back on, you could profit with But still supported me when I did the opposite Now I feel like it's things I gotta get Things I gotta do, just to prove to you You was getting through, can the choir please Give me a verse of "You, Are So Beautiful To Me" Can't you see, you're like a book of poetry Maya Angelou, Nicky Giovanni, turn one page and there's my mommy Come on mommy just dance wit me, let the whole world see your dancing feet Now when I say Hey, yall say Mama, now everybody answer me (Hey Mama)
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[Bridge] I guess it also depends tho, if my ends low Second they get up you gon get that Benzo Tint the windows, ride around the city and let ya friends know (Hey Mama)
[Verse 3] Tell your job you gotta fake em out Since you brought me in this world, let me take you out To a restaurant, upper echelon Imma get you a jag, whatever else you want Just tell me what kind of S-Type Donda West like? Tell me the perfect color so I make it just right It don't gotta be Mother's Day, or your birthday For me to just call and say (Hey Mama)
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