Love You for That

Ayy yo, mommy It's my first album You know I had to do something for you Real street niggas know, man Sometimes out here, it's like, all you got's your gun And your mom Real shit Mom, I know I was a bad kid, but I thought I'd never have shit The odors made the packs flip and I lied out of habit You really tried your best, mom, I love you for that Never flushed away my packs, mom, I love you for that Wrote me letters in the pen, I wanna hug you for that Told me watch out for my friends, you know I trust you with that Any time that we got raided you felt under attack But you always let me come back, mom, I love you for that It feels good to know I'm makin' you proud To know I'm makin' you smile Now you can be proud when you say I'm your child Not to mention, I just made an account There's no more losses when they're raidin' me now But I can't lie, though, I been paid for a while Mom, I'm sorry for them times I didn't never listen I missed all my GCSEs when I went to prison I know you hated that And I wish that I could take it back But school, I never stayed in that 'Cause it wasn't payin', mom I know that you were stressed when I left But I had peps in the ends And you wanted Fred in by ten That wouldn't work out My whole block knows I didn't get here the easy way Damn, I'm coolin' on remindin' 'til I beat the case I still spend four bills a month to keep my beater safe My workers spend a whole hour coolin' at the meetin' place Now I'm phonin', lookin' for my box just like my pizza's late You brought me into life and I wasn't livin' right Mom, I know I was a bad kid, but I thought I'd never have shit The odors made the packs flip and I lied out of habit You really tried your best, mom, I love you for that Never flushed away my packs, mom, I love you for that Wrote me letters in the pen, I wanna hug you for that Told me watch out for my friends, you know I trust you with that Any time that we got raided you felt under attack But you always let me come back, mom, I love you for that Look at how times have changed Went from ridin' trains Now I'm buyin' diamond chains Yo, I think I'd like to say That I'm sorry for the stress Plus I'm sorry for the jail visits I'm sorry for the feds I'm sorry for the kitchen knives I'm sorry for the packs Not to mention, sorry for them promise never kept Like goin' back to prison We used to tell my little bro "I'm goin' on a mission" He's older now, so we ain't gotta trick him But you raised him right And I'm sorry for them times you wait late at night Just to hear your son reach home from his crazy life Any time them feds came arrestin' me for stabbings You'd be questioned, if I stabbed 'em I'd just say it was the mandem I remember when you finally accepted I was trappin' And said I should invest it into fashion I was hella shocked 'Cause you know that from a young age I was gettin' guap But you would still watch with some hope if I might get a job We weren't the young niggas, the OGs could go sent to shop The OGs used to give us burners then we'd let 'em pop Have you ever set up shop and end up in a box? And by the time you come home, and the line can't even sell a rock Ayy, but mommy I need to make sure you heard what I was sayin', you know Listen Mom, I know I was a bad kid, but I thought I'd never have shit The odors made the packs flip and I lied out of habit You really tried your best, mom, I love you for that Never flushed away my packs, mom, I love you for that Wrote me letters in the pen, I wanna hug you for that Told me watch out for my friends, you know I trust you with that Any time that we got raided you felt under attack But you always let me come back, mom, I love you for that