"Look Mama" lyrics
Joell Ortiz & KXNG Crooked Lyrics
[KXNG Crooked:]
Look, mama, I made it, single mother, you ain't have any help
Now your son's on a magazine shelf
Look, mama, I made it, Benz logo on the car keys
And my name in bright lights on the marquee
Look, mama, I made it, some of your friends said I would fail
Said I'd end up dead or in jail, but
Look, mama, I made it, I knew I'd get my life on track
And I knew you always had my back, look, mama, I made it
You only get one on this earth, my mother is first
She'd tell you I been gutter from birth
I'm runnin' through the alley with my homie blood on my shirt
Thinkin' if I don't get revenge for him, what am I worth?
Nothing is worse than a mother seeing her son in a hearse
In front of the church, the hood is full of hunger and thirst
Stuck in reverse, stuck in a curse, gun under my shirt
I got it out the mud and the dirt with nothing but work
I stayed in a little trouble, got me some steel knuckles
Punching like Ali Muhammad, 'til you probably vomit, now that's a ill scuffle
Life was a real struggle
Tryna find guidance, I'm watchin' TV like "What the fuck can I learn from Will's uncle?"
Shit, I survived, they owe me a giant trophy
Now I'm arriving at islands, somewhere fly and low-key with my Hawaiian Sophie
The icy Rollie, no buying Rice-A-Roni
Kobe steak with a side of gnocchi, lay back and light a stogy like (Ahh)
Shit changed, my boy
Only thing that never changed me is the fame, my boy
I'm tryin' to exchange my pain for joy
My homie left the dope game for real estate, I don't blame my boy
And you bitches do better
I'm tryna curve me a dime for every time I couldn't rub two nickels together
Y'all thought it was funny
I got ninety-nine problems, ain't none of 'em money
Who laughin' now?
Look, mama, I made it, single mother, you ain't have any help
Now your son's on a magazine shelf
Look, mama, I made it, Benz logo on the car keys
And my name in bright lights on the marquee
Look, mama, I made it, some of your friends said I would fail
Said I'd end up dead or in jail, but
Look, mama, I made it, I knew I'd get my life on track
And I knew you always had my back, look, mama, I made it
[Joell Ortiz:]
When I was hungry, you was able to put somethin' on the table
Colored money with the staples, crumbs the government had gave you
We'd curl up on the couch under the blanket in winters
Watchin' 'em draw the lottery, hopin' and prayin' we winners
It was rough, but not enough to cancel Thanksgiving dinner
Stuffin' tough, you'd warm it up and give a plate to my niggas
Never forgot, seventh grade, I had three shirts from Lacoste
Three pair of jeans from Boss, I'd mix and match 'em, of course
In the past, talked about your drug habit and shit
Told that story enough, now I'm happy to spit
'Bout kitchen renovations, look how much these cabinets fit
From rock bottom to thirty thousand dollar granite and trips
To the grocery store, not on a budget
Get what you want and love it
They got your fresh bluefin, get another one, fuck it
This for the single mom who did it when my dad was lackin'
Funny he disappeared, but you made magic happen
You pat my back and rub my chest when that asthma attackin'
Baked me my favorite cake, I'd lick the batter laughin'
You made everything better, mother, you're beautiful
The dumb decisions I made, nothing to do with you
You raised me better than that
So whoever saw Michelle's son on corners with drugs, I knew better
I apologize to the lovely woman I idolized
That held me down since I arrived
[KXNG Crooked:]
Look, mama, I made it, single mother, you ain't have any help
Now your son's on a magazine shelf
Look, mama, I made it, Benz logo on the car keys
And my name in bright lights on the marquee
Look, mama, I made it, some of your friends said I would fail
Said I'd end up dead or in jail, but
Look, mama, I made it, I knew I'd get my life on track
And I knew you always had my back, look, mama, I made it
Look, mama, I made it
Look, mama, I made it
Look, mama, I made it
Look, mama, I made it, single mother, you ain't have any help
Now your son's on a magazine shelf
Look, mama, I made it, Benz logo on the car keys
And my name in bright lights on the marquee
Look, mama, I made it, some of your friends said I would fail
Said I'd end up dead or in jail, but
Look, mama, I made it, I knew I'd get my life on track
And I knew you always had my back, look, mama, I made it
You only get one on this earth, my mother is first
She'd tell you I been gutter from birth
I'm runnin' through the alley with my homie blood on my shirt
Thinkin' if I don't get revenge for him, what am I worth?
Nothing is worse than a mother seeing her son in a hearse
In front of the church, the hood is full of hunger and thirst
Stuck in reverse, stuck in a curse, gun under my shirt
I got it out the mud and the dirt with nothing but work
I stayed in a little trouble, got me some steel knuckles
Punching like Ali Muhammad, 'til you probably vomit, now that's a ill scuffle
Life was a real struggle
Tryna find guidance, I'm watchin' TV like "What the fuck can I learn from Will's uncle?"
Shit, I survived, they owe me a giant trophy
Now I'm arriving at islands, somewhere fly and low-key with my Hawaiian Sophie
The icy Rollie, no buying Rice-A-Roni
Kobe steak with a side of gnocchi, lay back and light a stogy like (Ahh)
Shit changed, my boy
Only thing that never changed me is the fame, my boy
I'm tryin' to exchange my pain for joy
My homie left the dope game for real estate, I don't blame my boy
And you bitches do better
I'm tryna curve me a dime for every time I couldn't rub two nickels together
Y'all thought it was funny
I got ninety-nine problems, ain't none of 'em money
Who laughin' now?
Look, mama, I made it, single mother, you ain't have any help
Now your son's on a magazine shelf
Look, mama, I made it, Benz logo on the car keys
And my name in bright lights on the marquee
Look, mama, I made it, some of your friends said I would fail
Said I'd end up dead or in jail, but
Look, mama, I made it, I knew I'd get my life on track
And I knew you always had my back, look, mama, I made it
[Joell Ortiz:]
When I was hungry, you was able to put somethin' on the table
Colored money with the staples, crumbs the government had gave you
We'd curl up on the couch under the blanket in winters
Watchin' 'em draw the lottery, hopin' and prayin' we winners
It was rough, but not enough to cancel Thanksgiving dinner
Stuffin' tough, you'd warm it up and give a plate to my niggas
Never forgot, seventh grade, I had three shirts from Lacoste
Three pair of jeans from Boss, I'd mix and match 'em, of course
In the past, talked about your drug habit and shit
Told that story enough, now I'm happy to spit
'Bout kitchen renovations, look how much these cabinets fit
From rock bottom to thirty thousand dollar granite and trips
To the grocery store, not on a budget
Get what you want and love it
They got your fresh bluefin, get another one, fuck it
This for the single mom who did it when my dad was lackin'
Funny he disappeared, but you made magic happen
You pat my back and rub my chest when that asthma attackin'
Baked me my favorite cake, I'd lick the batter laughin'
You made everything better, mother, you're beautiful
The dumb decisions I made, nothing to do with you
You raised me better than that
So whoever saw Michelle's son on corners with drugs, I knew better
I apologize to the lovely woman I idolized
That held me down since I arrived
[KXNG Crooked:]
Look, mama, I made it, single mother, you ain't have any help
Now your son's on a magazine shelf
Look, mama, I made it, Benz logo on the car keys
And my name in bright lights on the marquee
Look, mama, I made it, some of your friends said I would fail
Said I'd end up dead or in jail, but
Look, mama, I made it, I knew I'd get my life on track
And I knew you always had my back, look, mama, I made it
Look, mama, I made it
Look, mama, I made it
Look, mama, I made it
