Letter to My Mama

Much love to the ones who lost theirs, man
shit my t-lady called the police on me
I rather visit you in jail then visit you at your grave
I know my mama was tired of me, tired of me
sellin dope since middle school
came in the house when I wanted to
there’s a lot of shit she couldn’t hide from me, like mama was a hustler,
her boyfriend he had customers
what they think we hustle for
they lien on me, lien on me
I went to TYC she had a baby on me when I took that time
4 years passed by
mama had me on the east side
look me in my eye I won’t testify
this a letter to my mama nig
look I know we never had shit
somebody go tell my mama
she know bout bein 15 at the corner store