KXNG Crooked, Joell Ortiz - Look Mama lyrics

Look, mama, I made it, single mother
You ain't have any help
Now your son's on a magazine shelf
Look, mama, I made it
Benz logo on the car keys
And my name in bright lights on the marquee
Look, mama, I made it
Some of your friends said I would fail
Said I'd end up dead or in jail, but
Look, mama, I made it
I knew I'd get my life on track
And I knew you always had
My back, look, mama
I made it

You only get one on this earth
My mother is first
She'd tell you I been gutter from birth
I'm runnin' through the alley with my
Homie blood on my shirt
Thinkin' if I don't get revenge for him
What am I worth?
Nothing is worse than a mother seeing
Her son in a hearse
In front of the church
The hood is full of hunger and thirst
Stuck in reverse, stuck in a curse
Gun under my shirt
I got it out the mud and
The dirt with nothing but work
I stayed in a little trouble
Got me some steel knuckles
Punching like Ali Muhammad, 'til
You probably vomit
Now that's a ill scuffle
Life was a real struggle
Tryna find guidance
I'm watchin' TV like "What the fuck
Can I learn from Will's uncle?"
Shit, I survived, they owe me a giant trophy
Now I'm arriving at islands
Somewhere fly and low-key with
My Hawaiian Sophie
The icy Rollie, no buying Rice-A-Roni
Kobe steak with a side of gnocchi
Lay back and light a stogy like
(Ahh)
Shit changed, my boy
Only thing that never changed me is the fame
My boy
I'm tryin' to exchange my pain for joy
My homie left the dope game for real estate
I don't blame my boy
And you bitches do better
I'm tryna curve me a dime for every
Time I couldn't rub two nickels together
Y'all thought it was funny
I got ninety-nine problems
Ain't none of 'em money
Who laughin' now?

Look, mama, I made it, single mother
You ain't have any help
Now your son's on a magazine shelf
Look, mama, I made it
Benz logo on the car keys
And my name in bright lights on the marquee
Look, mama, I made it
Some of your friends said I would fail
Said I'd end up dead or in jail, but
Look, mama, I made it
I knew I'd get my life on track
And I knew you always had
My back, look, mama
I made it

When I was hungry
You was able to put somethin' on the table
Colored money with the staples
Crumbs the government had gave you
We'd curl up on the couch
Under the blanket in winters
Watchin' 'em draw the lottery
Hopin' and prayin' we winners
It was rough
But not enough to cancel Thanksgiving dinner
Stuffin' tough
You'd warm it up and give
A plate to my niggas
Never forgot, seventh grade
I had three shirts from Lacoste
Three pair of jeans from Boss
I'd mix and match 'em
Of course
In the past
Talked about your drug habit and shit
Told that story enough
Now I'm happy to spit
'Bout kitchen renovations
Look how much these cabinets fit
From rock bottom to thirty thousand
Dollar granite and trips
To the grocery store, not on a budget
Get what you want and love it
They got your fresh bluefin, get another one
Fuck it
This for the single mom who did
It when my dad was lackin'
Funny he disappeared
But you made magic happen
You pat my back and rub my
Chest when that asthma attackin'
Baked me my favorite cake
I'd lick the batter laughin'
You made everything better, mother
You're beautiful
The dumb decisions I made
Nothing to do with you
You raised me better than that
So whoever saw Michelle's son
On corners with drugs
I knew better
I apologize to the lovely woman I idolized
That held me down since I arrived

Look, mama, I made it, single mother
You ain't have any help
Now your son's on a magazine shelf
Look, mama, I made it
Benz logo on the car keys
And my name in bright lights on the marquee
Look, mama, I made it
Some of your friends said I would fail
Said I'd end up dead or in jail, but
Look, mama, I made it
I knew I'd get my life on track
And I knew you always had
My back, look, mama
I made it

Look, mama, I made it
Look, mama, I made it
Look, mama, I made it