Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown Momma
[Chorus: Chris Brown & Joyner Lucas]
Hey, mama, are you proud of me?
Did I grow up to be everything you thought I'd be?
And hey, mama, I know it was hard
But you gave me more than I could ever repay you for
I love you, mama
Mama, mama, mama
Mama, mama (Uh)
Mama (Look)
Mama
[Verse 1: Joyner Lucas]
When I was young, me and my mama had smoke (Uh-huh)
Young and misunderstood, them times, I hated the most (For real)
Hard to put on a smile when my generation was broke
And the babies raisin' a child in Section 8 the result (Yeah)
Slavin' workin' all day for that minimum wage and it small (Uh-huh)
Daddy ain't had no money, no occupation at all
ADHD all in me, I'm bouncin' off of the walls
My mama ain't had no patience and my frustration evolvеd (Yeah)
Actin' up in the class, my teachеrs think I'm psychotic
I just wanted attention for times that I never got it
Addin' to all the stress and I learned some lessons about it
But I just needed affection 'cause I was reckless without it (Facts)
Thankful for what you gave to me even if you ain't got it (Yeah)
Sacrifices you made for me, I knew nothin' about it (Uh-huh)
Told you one day I'd make it and then I made you a promise
If I made you anything, then I hope I made you the proudest (For real)
[Chorus: Chris Brown & Joyner Lucas]
Hey, mama (For real, oh, mama), are you proud of me? (Are you proud?)
Did I grow up to be everything you thought I'd be? (Yeah)
And hey, mama, I know it was hard (So hard, yeah)
But you gave me more than I could ever repay you for (Mama)
I love you, mama
Mama, mama, mama (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mama (I love you, mama)
I love you, mama (Love you, mama)
Mama (Uh)
[Verse 2: Joyner Lucas]
Sittin' in my bedroom plottin' how to get us rich (Yeah)
And I was only nine, them cockroaches was a bitch (Damn)
Shit, we gon' be fine, step-pops was makin' flips (Facts)
Workin' full-time, he taught me how to raise some kids (Yeah)
Even if they wasn't mine, livin' with my sisters and we stuck together
So the times I felt alone, they helped make my depression better (Yeah)
Some days, my mama almost broke down, but I couldn't let her (Nah)
The older that I got, the more I understood her better (Yeah)
And she the realest one around, I got a real homie (Real)
Mama always held me down when papa done bailed on me (Facts)
We ain't always see eye to eye, but she'll kill for me (She'll kill)
Send a nigga to the sky, then go to jail for me (Go to jail for me)
Love what you gave to me even when you ain't got it (Yeah)
Sacrifices you made for me, I knew nothin' about it (Uh)
Told you one day I'd make it and then I made you a promise
If I made you anything, then I hope I made you the proudest (For real)
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Hey, mama (Hey, mama), are you proud of me? (Are you proud?)
Did I grow up to be everything you thought I'd be? (Oh)
And hey, mama (Hey, mama), I know it was hard (It was hard, hard, hard)
But you gave me more than I could ever repay you for (Oh)
I love you, mama
Mama, mama, mama
Mama, mama
Mama
[Outro: Chris Brown]
I love you, mama
Love you, mama
I love you, mama
