Momma Told Me Be Nice (feat. J. Dot) - Day Day P

Momma told me I'ma be a star one day Woke up in the morning and kissed my face "Time to go, you're too special To lay around my house and take up space You're gonna do something for the human race You didn't get my eyes but you got my face Now go find some dream to chase" Momma told me I'ma be a star one day Went to all the games that I didn't play Said, "Stay strong, it won't take long You started off slow but you'll get there quick Zip that coat so you don't get sick Believe in yourself, boy, that's the trick You're building this thing up brick by brick" She would pick me up from practice And she'd take me home from school She made me believe in magic She knew Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy, too Momma told me I'ma be a star one day Cried a little bit when I went away I grew up, and all that stuff She told me I need to pick up my phone "If it doesn't work out, you can come back home" Knew I couldn't go 'cause I'm too grown Gotta figure this out alone But she helped me move to my apartment In the center of downtown L.A. Hugged me and said, "You're just getting started I know that my star will find a way"

Whole lot of everything man Paper route business You know what the fuck goin on Aye My momma told me, fuck these bitches boy it's plenty My momma always told me boy, get off yo ass, go get it My momma always told me, watch that boy, he ain't your nigga You know I keep a Glock, I'm big shot like Chauncey Billups Money, money, money baby girl that's all I know I love smokin dope, pourin 4's and movin slow Plug just brought a load, so you know that we on go I'm my Brother's Keeper, but I still don't trust a soul I just want to know, why they hatin on the low I'ma pop a xan, put a tag on his toe My niggas pull up, straps yeah, they blast like G.I. Joe My niggas cuttin checks and they still cut throat These hoes, we ain't savin, we just slave 'em then replace 'em I'm a sack chaser, catch me racin to that paper Boy yo squad don't ball no more, y'all just like the Lakers Finesse that shit quick yeah, you know we had to take some Whole lotta paper, bring a whole lotta haters Heard you want some beef, I let my niggas come and cater Tell 'em catch up, before we bust yo lil tomatoe I love my .9, more than Will love Jada My momma told me, fuck these bitches boy it's plenty My momma always told me boy, get off yo ass, go get it My momma always told me, watch that boy, he ain't your nigga You know I keep a Glock, I'm big shot like Chauncey Billups Money, money, money baby girl that's all I know I love smokin dope, pourin 4's and movin slow Plug just brought a load, so you know that we on go I'm my Brother's Keeper, but I still don't trust a soul Money keep stackin yeah, money still pilin CEO said grind boy, you gone get that Audi They say time is money, that's why I'm on that every hour I'm rollin Swisher Sweets, but this shit I smoke so sour I got two 30 clips bitch, I call them Twin Towers Bad bitch from the islands, she say I'm fly like a pilot But that hoe a lie, she want my tip just like she Tiny These niggas be snitchin, tryna have me in the county But nah, I can't go Hell nah, I ain't no hoe I keep a bankroll, that's why my pockets always swole And if you ain't talkin bout money, ain't shit I need to know And if you ain't talkin bout money, ain't shit I need to know My momma told me, fuck these bitches boy it's plenty My momma always told me boy, get off yo ass, go get it My momma always told me, watch that boy, he ain't your nigga You know I keep a Glock, I'm big shot like Chauncey Billups Money, money, money, baby girl that's all I know I love smokin dope, pourin 4's and movin slow Plug just brought a load, so you know that we on go I'm my Brother's Keeper, but I still don't trust a soul