Lub (Mama Interlude) [feat. Heaven]

One Two Three Four My Grandmama is better than yours Five Six Seven Eight My Grandmama is super great (and you got me feeling) One Two Three Four My Grandmama is better than yours Five Six Seven Eight My Grandmama gonna fix me a plate 8th of November Many moons ago God gave Maletia a baby With room to grow She raised him well She named him Lael She gave him his space She let him create but kept him safe Food on his plate Minimum wage ain’t paying much But she always kept a couple rice cakes In his lunch Vegetarian Tried to keep him off of that swine Revolutionary Let him speak his own mind See a single mother with all of this trouble Under these conditions could buckle and crumble But she didn’t She kept it cooking in the kitchen Like supper is ready You can tell your friend Ian We gon' have some spaghetti Man that’s an inside joke This a inside job Right from the inside out So I could talk to my mom Tell her I care When she thinking that I probably forgot Just a letter from your son To say I love you a lot I love you Ma One Two Three Four My Grandmama is better than yours Five Six Seven Eight My Grandmama is super great (and you got me feeling) One Two Three Four My Grandmama is better than yours Five Six Seven Eight My Grandmama gonna fix me a plate