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you hear me?
Oh oh oh

May eleven special, I was born in God’s favor
Mama gave birth in tears through that hard labor
I just wanna thank you, ain’t
top notch world class,

Mama don't be mad I got to show my ass,
And thanks these motherfuckers for my past,
I got to let them know I never break
Thank God, nigga (Thank God)
Ask me how (ask me how)
You see, mama's just a little girl hey (mama)

Mama
to stay proud, and represent hard
Eat plenty baby, but first say grace for God

Big Mama, I'm a miss you
When one of us leave this earth
But baby for
the concrete
And these are my damaged petals
Don't ask me why
Thank God nigga
Ask me how
You see, Mama's just a little girl}

Mama
can't take it
We've already had enough
Thank god I care for me
Thank god I care for you
Thank god I came from you babe
We can't take it
We've
up at me and said
"This is where my Mama stays"
She says, "She sure does thank you for these pretty roses"
Well that's when I had to walk away

And I
to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer
untouched by the last of the three
Just God's Holy Bible would interest Harold Dee
But he'd read it and recite it in his study for days
Without eating
Operators standing by

Camera one fades from the commercial into a nice tight close up
The god man smiles and asks for money
Thank god for your money

Know
Just to see my Rose and get to know my son

Won't you tell them I said thanks, for waiting for me
And tell my boy to help his mama at home
Tell my Rose
of town. And I was feelin' real proud of myself for
thinkin' of my Mama and really carin', when I looked out the window and I saw
that same little boy
You broke down my door and let yourself in
Helped yourself to my soul and skin
You ate all you needed and then had the nerve
To thank me for
for"
Then she started runnin and almost got away
With no clothes I gave chase, makin sure she'd pay
Now she passed by my boy and I knew he was strapped
She counted your fingers and toes and thank god you were whole
Son you outta know who loved you first, that's right
And who always came running every
the child
When I held the little girl in my arms, I was glad of the offer I'd made
She said, "Thank you, mister, for holding me up; I wanted to see
me turn to rap
I fell like Keanu Reeves in the movie Devils Advocate 
Confused but blessed with extravagance 
I thank god for all the opportunities
on her knees
(mama) she said a prayer for me
(mama) just keep on thanking Jesus
(mama) he'll give you what you need
(thank you Jesus)
Now that was
so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon

Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
Brown paper bag (yo Khaled I'm so focused homie I can see clearly now you
to worry, women will find em
But if they gaze at yo carrots for to long it will blind em
Cubic Zirconia helped the whole hood fine
Now that everybody can
heart
By God's design, we are a skin kaleidoscope 

We've gotta come together,
Aren't we all human after all? 

[Chorus]

Ignorance has wronged
my mama was alive to see

The memories of the pain have scarred
And when I fall it's usually hard
But I get up and keep followin' God

Hey, I'm gettin'
turned attraction?
Pivotin' rappers, finish your fraction while writing blue magic
Thank God for rap, I would say it got me a plaque
But what's better than
Old man knocked on my front door
With my teenage boy and a couple more from up the road
He had him by the collar
Said he caught him shootin' beer
garden
I came from that fridge with empty crates and milk cartons boy
Belly achin’, walking with a 9
Should I shoot him down or just rob a nigga blind