Hey Momma

Hey Bubs. Dad and I just need you to know That no matter how bad things may seem You've got so many friends and family and us, behind you There for you, and remembering that you never give up You always give more than 100 percent and everybody knows that So things are definitely gonna get better and we love you forever This song was manifested by myself, and my mother Thank You Frankie Yeah! Hi Mom My mother's getting mad at the money that I spend She said quit lying why you gotta pretend Like you on some hot date with a girl who is great Son her only nice trait is her fat rear end That's a hoax mom, I know you would never say that Keep the hopes mom, family will never fall flat Egg yolks mom, cook em' for my daily combat You the jokes mom, you know I would never sniff crack So I tell her that I love her, she raised a good man Ain't no one above her keep me cool ceiling fan She say keep the path and stay following your heart And stop hanging round kids that wasn't with you from the start Stop sanging round kids who too dumb to know it's art The type that Wu-Tang a blunt to feel it in they fart Know you get it Chase, we lack our personal space But sometimes we put our mother's in the stupidest place When we get caught man make the stupidest face But you know we stay runnin' that's the stupidest pace Hey Momma, Hey, Hey, Hey Momma Hey, Hey, Hey Momma Hey, Hey, Hey Momma, Hey I wanna say I'm sorry for the stress And mouthing off to you so that my friends would be impressed We'd be fighting, I'd be slamming doors, yelling you're a curse But now I know I'm lucky and that I was truly blessed To have a mother that was there for me no matter what I did To share her love and care for me when I was just a kid I was against the odds as a child- adolescent But my Mom's pumped my up She put me on the grid Mom how could I repay you It doesn't seem right Cause you brighten up my day when all I see is night You take all the bullshit and make it alright So if somebody gon fight with you Then Mom I'm gon fight See I gotta wild on em' for a second like this The money and the fame is not what makes a man rich A lot of doctors helped me out They put me back together But each day I credit you with every single stitch Mom I couldn't even do it I couldn't even try You're the light at the road You're the apple to my eye Whatchu think the limit is She'd tell me it's the sky So when I tell you that I'm leaving Mom it's gone but not goodbye Hey Momma, Hey, Hey, Hey Momma Hey, Hey, Hey Momma Hey, Hey, Hey Momma Yeah, I had a whole 'nother verse to this shit I just wanna say something real quick All of which that is important is eternal And I still carry the funeral card everywhere I go with me Yanna I love you very much I love you Mom, I just wanted to say that Thank You Frankie What Up J.D. We in this bitch B4D Boys You know we love our Motherfucking Mothers Yeah