A.M.T.M.M

Yo, wassup, ma? I'm just chillin' on the couch, I'm tryna write this verse It's got me thinking bout some shit that I'll prolly never disperse face to face So please listen real quick, now I done fucked around And done some real foolish shit, but it's a lie to say that I'm through with it Because I got a dream of countin money I done made off this music So for now, I'm on my grind two phones, I'm getting to it I know you know I'm not built for a nine-to-five I'ma prove you right, you'll see my numbers going through the roof I know I never said this shit before, but it's still the truth I'ma be the one to help them dreams of retirement come true And then guess what I'll do Shit, I'ma get you anything that your heart could want Because I'm forever grateful for the fact that I'm your son You always had my fucking back, even when I'm in the wrong I was taught when to work and when to take a walk I was taught when to shut my mouth and when to fuckin' talk So don't think for a second I ain't take shit away From all them long nights, ma and all the fucking pain That you went through to get where we're standing today And don't you ever fuckin' think that you led me astray Because I know for a fact that the choices I make Don't line up with what you taught me every single day But I'm okay with that for now, mom Listen to me, tell you why I got dreams of living nice Way up in the sky with six figure paycheques coming every second week I hate where I'm at right now Yo, I can barely sleep I got a decent job, but can't commit to the shit Cause I know for a fact that I ain't built for it I got confidence in the fuckin' way that I spit That it could change my whole life But either way, I'm getting rich Since my day one, I've been the youngest in the family And when my day comes, I'll hold it down for my mans Catch me chillin' on the beach with C, K and D All with you'll be ridin' round in an AMG Ma, I got big hopes and motherfuckin' dreams To be the best to come out the 403 To have you living right, feeling good Everything you need, anything that you could want All courtesy of B Shit, these diamonds in my ears I'm tryna triple the size I'll get a fat fuckin' check and spend it all on the guys I'm pushin' weight or pushin' lyrics Till the fucking day I die Cause I'm addicted to this paper chase I gotta get mines I'll hold it down for the ones who held it down for me All them folks that tell me "B keep pushing this dream" The ones that won't let me quit Till I'm making this cream The people that helped me through the struggle Ma, they're gonna ball with me And that's a fact Gotta keep steppin', can't stay where I'm at Providers mindset's got me stressin' to the max I wanna fill the plate of every single one that I love And get you all a fat chain If these songs blow up But right now, where I'm standing I ain't doing shit I'm just writing words down Hoping that it hits Might make a buck off the flip but shit… I ain't rich I'm tryna to come up off my flows And have the family living lit Yo mama, you raised a motherfuckin' go getter Makin' money in these streets Even though I know better I be on my grind every single fuckin' day So I can lay back and chill out With my feet up getting paid in five years time Just watch what happens with the rhymes I'd rather not pack zips to pay for studio time But I'm doing what I gotta do To get where I wanna be Cause mama, this rap shit's the motherfuckin' life for me