| I wanna dedicate this song to my momma |
| Know what I’m talkin' about? |
| Happy birthday momma, happy birthday |
| To all the bullshit niggaz tryin' to kill us, yup |
| Yeah, you know what I’m sayin' uh? |
| The false divorces, child support court, that’s right, all that |
| Nigga droppin' out of school you stood by me |
| Know what I’m talkin' about? |
| Thank you, goin' to jail |
| So a lot of motherfuckers be sayin' stars up in the sky |
| But my star right here, that’s my angel |
| Know what I’m talkin' about? Check this out |
| I been on top of the world and been on bottom of the grind |
| I came through in the fresh cars playin' surround |
| I been in the city sellin' crack at the dope fiends |
| Tryin' to come up, used to be strung out on promethazine |
| I used to smoke fry, wasn’t scared to die |
| Every day when I wake up I want to get high |
| My momma came and got me from that devil dope |
| And keep me good even though I used to choose hoes |
| And sometimes with her older family members they lil' bit wrong |
| But that’s how I came up, makin' rap songs |
| I been in this shit since 16, comin' up |
| And puttin' motherfuckers up on this thing up in this rap scene |
| Uh, and when they took my money |
| Momma never ever looked at me funny, now check it out |
| The manager I had wasn’t shit |
| The nigga stole everything and snorted coke like a bitch |
| My momma stepped into this shit and went to every town |
| That we came to, every city puttin' it down |
| And when them niggaz wanted to kill me, my momma said |
| â Fuck that bitch, I know you motherfuckers feel me, uhâ |
| So when you see me in the city with my T lady |
| Best believe we comin' up and we ain’t livin' shady |
| I’m her baby and that is my only momma |
| I’ll kill you bitch ass niggaz if you brang the drama |
| I found my angel, angel |
| That angel is mine, angel |
| I found my angel, angel |
| That angel is mine, angel |
| I was young, I used to get sick a lot |
| Now I’m rich puttin' it down with Rap-A-Lot |
| I used to have the flu, colds and pneumonia |
| Niggaz always tried to come and try to move on ya |
| 'Cause in my city you either got to be a hustler |
| Or you’re out on the corner smokin' crack and a buster |
| So I had to come up fast |
| When niggaz come through I put that on his ass |
| I found my angel, angel |
| That angel is mine, angel |
| I found my angel, angel |
| That angel is mine, angel |
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