Ma

Yea In my darkest days, you make me feel good, ma Looked you in your eyes, I promise I'll get us out the hood, ma I got God, so we good, ma Daddy died, that hurt your spirit, and I understand you Sometimes it hurt to talk about it, but I understand you I'm your baby boy You taught me manners, how to treat a woman How to do the little things, like keep a woman No, I'm not perfect, I do wrong, I even treat you wrong But I know how to right my wrongs, I put them in my songs Got a list of things I can't wait to get rich for Fifty thousand to your hand, remember we was poor Turn the city on its back, I'm dropping Venny Son I Always knew that I was special, it's the love you showed Years before we left the city, we had saw that body I still think about it, we don't talk about it Ma, you raised me a king, they don't do that often I was made for the lights, I won't see a coffin. In the morning, cooking breakfast, I forgot your coffee Ma, you got other kids and I love them dearly You keep switching your position, trying to make a way Hold it down, Geontay coming soon, he finna make it I can't fake it, you ain't basic, used to give me spankings Now I'm chasing what they making, trying to find my placement Everybody love your cooking, of course it's my favorite. Teach me something in that kitchen and one day I'll make it I got lazy, you got crazy, and I learned my lesson. She do the most, sometimes she extra, that's just how she coming You do it on your own, and I love you for it In my darkest days, you make me feel good, ma I got God, so we good ma Sometimes it hurt to talk about it, but I understand you How to do the little things like keep a woman But I know how to right my wrongs, I put them in my songs Got a list of things I can't wait to get rich for Fifty thousand to your hand, remember we was poor