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Lil' Flip

Genres: Hip-Hop

Make Mamma Proud Lyrics - Lil' Flip

(talking) 

 

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(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 

 

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(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*) 

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