Mommy, I Love You

Momma Momma your the Queen to my heart Your love is like tears from the stars Momma I just want you to know Loving you is like food to my soul Momma I love you You know you my Queen Ain't nobody gonna come before you I love you I appreciate all the sacrifices you made 'Cause I wouldn't be the way that I am Yeah, a real grind hard hustla Shoot I get it from you, but let me tell you You my boo and I love you If it wasn't for you and the way I'm grinding for us I think my life would be through You put every piece of my heart together I'm so thankful for you Yeah, dang momma I love you I love you I really do Yea You my boo thang You my boo thang Momma I love you, yeah (Loving you is like food to my soul) (Ou) (Yeah yeah) (Food to my soul) (Ou) (Yeah yeah) (Loving you is like food to my soul) You the only women that I know that'll give it all up for her children You real hustla Stayed with a job Bills always paid and keep me sane Mommy I know you know your son is a star Multi million dollar record deal calling him Never asked for hands outs Always bring the fans out Real humble never knocked another boss down It's room for all of us the reason I'm saying of this is because you the reason I have a boss mindset like this You the reason I do a lot of things You the motivation of it all Mommy I love you Mommy I love you Yea, I love you (Loving you is like food to my soul) (Ou) (Yeah yeah) (Food to my soul) (Ou) (Yeah yeah) (Food to my soul) People never understood what we been through We sit back and tell them find some business to tend to We tried our best not to ask for shit, but we had too I wanna forget about the past and just thank you Cause if it wasn't for you, I would've been through I gotta keep going for us Cause you deserve it all The house, the money, The cars So till then Ima keep dropping theses bars Ain't shit gone change The hustle in me gone always be the same Ima keep focus on the future I want for us That's gone make me even go harder Cause in this rap shit I'm only getting smarter The come up gone be real And for all doubters you really gone be in your feels Real hard feelings cause the hustle for my momma Never forget it's war about Uretha (Loving you is like food to my soul) (Ou) (Yeah yeah) (Food to my soul) (Ou) (Yeah yeah) (Food to my soul)