Lyric Make Mama Proud
[talking]
[Lil Flip]
In elementary I used crayons, even chalk
I learned to count money before I could read and talk
And my mama told me son, you need to shine
I couldn t stand at the back, I had to lead the line
I use to make good grades, but I talked in class
In middle school I was late when I walked in class
I the teacher ran a aron, I taught the class
And what I didn t know, I was about to ask
And just because I played ball, I got easy grades
And when I turned 13, I got even fades
Everybody wearing Air Macs, Ree s and J s
But all my parents cared about, was B s and A s
In high school, I picked up my pen and pad
I had dreams, of pulling up in a Benz or Jag
I had to get it on my own, I couldn t depend on dad
I had to grow up too fast, but then I m glad
Because the stuff I know now, I wouldn t believe it
The main goals that I set, I wouldn t achieve it
I d probably be locked up, or running the streets
I d probably wouldn t have platinum, in front of my teeth
I d probably still be mocking, trying to earn a dollar
I d probably be in the hood selling sherm or powder
But instead, I m making bread legal dough
Going to church and staying away from these evil hoes
[Chorus - 2x]
You only got one life, you better do what you can
Cause when you turn thirteen, you are a man
And I can t be broke so I ma rock the crowd
It s up to me, I gotta make my mama proud
[Lil Flip]
There s a place called heaven and a place called hell
There s a place called freedom and a place called jail
And if you go to jail, they gone treat you bad
Take your commissary, and beat you bad
So I m staying out of trouble, I m chasing my dream
I know you see your little boy on t.v. screens
I m blowing up, your little boy making it happen
I m not selling dope mama, I m making it rapping
So when you go to sleep at night, you know I m safe
Cause in Houston everyday somebody catching a case
Like yesterday, my partner went to jail
And he ain t coming home until he fifty seven
He nineteen, so you do the math
I got smart, man, I choose to rap
So when I grow up, my kids can have a good life
That s all I wrote, y all have good night
[Chorus]
[ad-libs]
[Lil Flip]
In elementary I used crayons, even chalk
I learned to count money before I could read and talk
And my mama told me son, you need to shine
I couldn t stand at the back, I had to lead the line
I use to make good grades, but I talked in class
In middle school I was late when I walked in class
I the teacher ran a aron, I taught the class
And what I didn t know, I was about to ask
And just because I played ball, I got easy grades
And when I turned 13, I got even fades
Everybody wearing Air Macs, Ree s and J s
But all my parents cared about, was B s and A s
In high school, I picked up my pen and pad
I had dreams, of pulling up in a Benz or Jag
I had to get it on my own, I couldn t depend on dad
I had to grow up too fast, but then I m glad
Because the stuff I know now, I wouldn t believe it
The main goals that I set, I wouldn t achieve it
I d probably be locked up, or running the streets
I d probably wouldn t have platinum, in front of my teeth
I d probably still be mocking, trying to earn a dollar
I d probably be in the hood selling sherm or powder
But instead, I m making bread legal dough
Going to church and staying away from these evil hoes
[Chorus - 2x]
You only got one life, you better do what you can
Cause when you turn thirteen, you are a man
And I can t be broke so I ma rock the crowd
It s up to me, I gotta make my mama proud
[Lil Flip]
There s a place called heaven and a place called hell
There s a place called freedom and a place called jail
And if you go to jail, they gone treat you bad
Take your commissary, and beat you bad
So I m staying out of trouble, I m chasing my dream
I know you see your little boy on t.v. screens
I m blowing up, your little boy making it happen
I m not selling dope mama, I m making it rapping
So when you go to sleep at night, you know I m safe
Cause in Houston everyday somebody catching a case
Like yesterday, my partner went to jail
And he ain t coming home until he fifty seven
He nineteen, so you do the math
I got smart, man, I choose to rap
So when I grow up, my kids can have a good life
That s all I wrote, y all have good night
[Chorus]
[ad-libs]
