Mama Told Me Lyrics

Mama told me it′d be days like this
But I ain't never ever think it′d be a day like this, nah
Not now, not ever
And now until forever you will never need another
Mama told me it'd be days like this
But I ain't never ever think it′d be a day like this, nah
Not now, not ever
And now until forever you will never need another

Sorry hip-hop, it took me so long to get on
But so long that I′m on it, it's on
I′m repping for the scholars and the hustlers
Meanwhile, show mama I ain't drop off for nothing
I swear these dollars gon′ add up
And I ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck
That′s why I shine like I does
It's pain in my eyes but these East saints blind you to look

Bound in between carrying the flag
For an era that dragged whoever tried to gravitate
G told me it's a city full of crabs
I′m feeling like a platter at Phillips when I rap
As much as I wanted to be minuscule
The fact is they′d only be happy with a menstrual actor

Sorry Mr. Charlie won't tap dance
And fuck the radio for telling me to snap jam
I′m just expecting the spectators' respect here
My net is from jet setters to cab fares

Hip-hop′s unbalance has got out of hand
Ain't have to see some, I′m already scared
I've been called the heir apparent to Godus

Not DC, this whole fucking genre
And I ain't in it for them O′s or the commas
But more or less the hope for dope niggas to prosper

Mama told me it′d be days like this
But I ain't never ever think it′d be a day like this, nah
Not now, not ever
And now until forever you will never need another
Mama told me it'd be days like this
But I ain′t never ever think it'd be a day like this, nah
Not now, not ever
And now until forever you will never need another

The future is now
Alito Records′ dedication for making better music is now
Dope niggas locked out, four year rap drought
It's raining now and somehow the fugitives out
I would invest in a poncho
'Cause I ain′t finna punch ho like Last Joe
Nah, I′ma go until my arms sore

I go until my forty millionth encore
Hip-hop's dead, yeah that′s what Nas said to me
I guess that's hip-hop heads on celery
We back to tables on them record labels
Who′s next to release? Guillotine 'em
Niggas bragging but everybody stagnant
Everybody broke except the nigga on the track

Mama why you throw away my drums?
A hundred for a deal, they made a hundred on a song
Now I′m a hundred miles far
I'm feeling Chris Childs, you looking like Kobe Bryant y'all
It′s lonely at the top so I waited
But ain′t nobody take it, now I'm playing solitaire patient
Crucifix pieces, necklace with Jesus
See me as blasphemous but I don′t need them
God give me strength, Allah give me patience
I am only a man and I don't know what to think

Mama told me it′d be days like this
But I ain't never ever think it′d be a day like this, nah
Not now, not ever
And now until forever you will never need another
Mama told me it'd be days like this
But I ain't never ever think it′d be a day like this, nah
Not now, not ever
And now until forever you will never need another