All my childhood memories are all the sweet things you did for me .
And I appreciate, how you raised me And all the extra love that you gave me
It feels good puttin money in your mailbox . I love payin rent when the rent's due
I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs.
jail money drugs, and love
he could not have made it without his mother.
stressful reminiscing thinking
And mama made miracles every Thanksgiving But now the road got rough, you're alone
me and my mother had beef