Tory Lanez - Mama Told Me Lyrics

-Verse : Tory Lanz-
My mama always told me i would have the hits
She wouldnt allow to see me have a hit
Had to make decisions, go and hit the road
That was back when Keyshia and Nelly had a kid
Nigga had to sell to buy a quarter oz
Told papi to front somethin like a whole oz
He said Why you never get to me at the crib
Step mama moved in, nigga saw i bounced
Real shit, if i had to sell a quart of water
Anything I gotta to ill get the rent paid
Told the teachers, nigga ima be a fuckin rebel
Dropped out next week that was 10th grade

-Bridge-
Yah. RICH YOUNG NIGGA I CAME UP!!!
Told you niggas i would get my change up
Put seven, eight, nine, ten chains up
Fuck the grammy to to show you where i came from
Yahh Uh.
OE in the place
Paint the Ricky Bobby with a 40 on my waist
Gold grill shinin like a rollie in my face
I just hit the point like im Kobe with the play
Talkin to the kid, dawg, nigga pissed off but,
we cant hear em after the planes lift off
Nigga you are not talkin to the kinfolk
Lotta niggas talkin shit but they aint really with the shits
For a rich nigga, rich nigga
All my niggas stars
when you see us you are looking at the big dipper
O boy
O God, let a nigga win, we gonna buy the whole shore
One of brother

-Verse -
Yah, I told you niggas, I told you niggas
My mama always told me i would have the hits
She wouldnt allow to see me have the hits
Had to make decisions, go and hit the road
Young, black nigga stickin to the code
Had a court case I done tossed that
Couple ex bitches I DIVORCED that
I remember when I could not afford that
Couldn't even sign for it, had to forge that
Ya, money on the mind
Got the ambition and the grind
Aint no fuck nigga like ???
1-12 prime
Bought to order the steak with the fries
Used to eat the main chopped chicken with the side
One time
Every nigga workin in the trap
Pray the lord help you if you servin with a strap
Wait, J, you know i deserve me a plaque
If it coming to me nigga ill murder a track
Im a rich young nigga from the -6
Same bitches that was hatin, they be on my dick
Every year boy
We real heavy over here boy
Waited for my time, now the shit is finally here boy

-Outro-
Finally here boy, My niggas finally here boy
All this shit up in a year boy, Its standing right here boy
Its clear boy,
when i step up in the airport
(Hold up, Ya)
Want the war money? I done did it
Nigga im the truth and ill admit it
Contracts gettin written, im the nigga
Air Jordan I ne Scott Pippen
Killers on the pay roll,
they'll shoot if you say so
2014, i aint really for the beef
im just want the fuckin peso
YUh, and the cheese with the queso
100 gs in the case low
just little niggas last year playing with them little thangs off safe mode
young nigga
had to get the money and the funds quicker
I dont wanna have niggas sleepin on my shit after nigga drop this one..
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