Letter to Mama

[Verse]
August 13, 1995
Lil, lil Kyyngg has uh, arrived
That was the first time she seen my eyes
Gave her that look like, "I'm ready to ride"
Yeah, yeah, you know I love you, mama
When I think of you, I just gotta get commas
Remember days you was working three jobs?
That shit would fuck with my mind, yeah
Had to be patient with time
Mama, it's our time to shine
They gon' continue throw shade like a blind
Well, that shit ain't stopping my grind
Yeah, yeah, you deserved it
I swear, lil mama, you is worth it
I'ma buy you rings, buy you purses
For all that shit you did for me, that's worthless
I can't ever pay you back, mom
You will always be my backbone
Someone I can rely on
If I need a hitter, she gon' ride though
Tell these niggas catch up, I'm the hot sauce
Somebody call Lil Wayne, tell him I'm hot, boy
Ball me "Nascar Kyyngg," I won't stop goin'
Yeah, dear mama
I wish I could solve all your problems
Nigga disrespect, you meet this chopper
You disrespect the queen, we bring the drama
Back in the jeep, uh, 2003
We was riding 'round, flexing in New Orleans
Mama had a nigga fresh to death
I was barely a jit, mama, how you do that, huh?
She so amazin', yeah
Puerto Rican run through her veins, so she brazy
'member the first day she caught me smokin'?
She pepper sprayed me out of anger, I was heart broken
I had to learn wrong from right, shit from sugar
Mama like, "Baby, this shit isn't good for ya"
I was sick at her preaching, she was tired of the lies
I had to get it right when I saw my mama cry
Yeah, I made my mama cry
Lord, never again, Lord, never again
I'm just tryna do right, in this world full of sin
I'm just ridin' with my brothers and tryna bring home the work
I'm just tryna get cash and spend that shit with my friend
Pass it right to my mother, give that shit to my sister
Bring the racks to the fam, I'll be damned if you took it
I'ma fucking go ham

[Outro]
You gotta understand, we from a different era
Where niggas ain't really raised to respect they elders
They toting weapons like they ready for World War 7
So now my mama make sure that she tell me, "Stay protected"
And I just tell her I love her
And, "This a glizzy, baby girl, it not a caretaker"
This for all the beautiful, the wonderful, amazing mamas, ya heard me?
In America, 'cross the country, 'cross the world, ya heard me?
Y'all the real MVPs though, ya heard me?