Mama

"Mama"(feat. Trey Songz)Hey, hey[Chorus: Trey Songz]Now when my mama done seen me cry (me cry)It's my liiiiifeI'll be thuggin 'til the day I die (I die)It's my liiiiifeYou niggaz don't know me (ohh-ohh)You can't slow me down (oh-ohhh)You can't hold me, and so I'ma keeprollin rollin rollin rollin, goin on strong![Obie Trice]They say "Why you so defensive?" I take that offensiveComin from the shit that I lived inYou wouldn't understand him unless you eyewitnessChillin on the block where vacant lots are givenWomen and children missin, men in the pictureCause niggaz hit up sittin down and some sinnerGet a kite with a flick of a chick he once hit upRidiculous but that's us niggazOn the corner from dusk 'til dawn'til that shit Whites brought to America's goneBe a Good Samaritan, my heritage was did wrongSo all that sufferin that's just prolongedLong as you're knowin that that strong-arm robberywas brought on from this society deprivin meThis brings violence if you're not survivin my environmentDon't expect ya to be drivin in[Chorus][Obie Trice]Mama worked 37 years in the plant34 days she missed, that's where I get my grind atHer lil' nigga, see her as father figureEven though she got hips and tend to bitch upShow me how to maneuver snakes, false niggazEleanor Trice, one real sisterRaised her kids up to be go-gettersNow a nigga living room big as a AmphitheaterGet the theater nigga, I'm from the hoodSo at times I see the mirror and tell him he doin goodKeep up my spirits cause niggaz want him destroyedBut that's null and void when it comes to ya boyI'm from Detroit, Shady employeeI'm on a voyage tryna get more than royaltiesNiggaz I'm royaltyThat's why your bitches spoil me, O. T-R-I-C-E[Chorus][Obie Trice]I got visions of makin executive decisionsBut this system tells me to be realisticYou can't do shit with C's and D'sI could do the work, I'm just interested in makin cheeseSo your schools can't control these G'sHe got his own rules and do whatever he pleaseAt ease to my soldiers that's feelin ObieLong as I know my 1-2-3's I'm flippin O-Z'sA nigga can count like an accountantOnly difference is it ain't checks that'll be bouncinIt's pow-der, peep what he's pronouncinNow he lives next to the teacher that denounced himDoubted him, now look at the child's outcomeDuece album got him speakin highly in volumeI assume I'm valuable, they throwin in the towelBow whenever they see him roll in that Diablo[Chorus]