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letra de momma don't worry - fred the faded

[intro: sittin’ in my room]

[verse: fred the faded]
no one believed in me, even momma lost her fate
she’d say, why you throwing all your talents ta waste?
i’d say i wanna be on stage she’d say that’s a mistake
imma get on with this music sh-t just gimme a break
my momma said i won’t
but my n-ggas got hope (ha)
one day i felt comfortable and showed her something i wrote
that’s really good now go write in college fredrick go
i had ta tell her no, cause 60k a year is broke
that’s feasible to some people but it isn’t to me
i’m tryna have a feast with all my team the buffet table deep
momma gettin’ hot headed with no idea that i’m makin’ this heat
you thought you had no other choice kicked me out on the streets
you thought you’d change my mind
but i kept writtin’ rhymes
nonstop all the time
tryna prove i had a grind
payin’ for one night stays goin’ from room ta room
broke as f-ck walked in the store and gotta steal some food
but still ain’t feelin’ doomed
i know it’s comin’ soon
if that relates ta you, you gotta go and show and prove
tell yourself i ain’t takin’ defeats folks you got nothin’ ta lose
strategize feel like big sean when i tell you i’m makin’ them moves
mom thinkin’ that i’m work neglectin’ but i’m workin’ extra for her purse and necklace
then she all up in my room searchin’ for my weed she the worst detective
she had me stressin’ out i need ta get calm and collected
gotta get my mind right light up the green wit a purple esscence
you smokin’ dope and reckless, next you’ll prolly get arrested
or shot and k!lled up imma tell you boy i won’t be stressin’
my own momma said those words now ain’t that sh-t depressin?
said she’s fed up with my -ss never learnin’ a lesson
was my reality
still won’t stop when she proud of me
should i stop rappin’ h-ll nah man get that sh-t all outta me (uhh)
you don’t feel it? well umm..
if you do let it run
if you smokin’ a blunt, roll two just have some fun
i hope the ganja’s legal by the time you get ta hear this
so you can feel this in your spirit ask your boy who is this?
it’s fred the faded
black man and educated
tryna make the a list, right next ta some of the greatest
who paved it
sh-tty rappers they gettin’ segregated
just get ’em out because the game is lookin’ constipated
toilet water rotatin’
sewage rappers relocatin’
sounds like a samurai just finished up his meditatin’
charged up my ki from focusin’ and being h-lla patient
dreams of global tours whole squad woke up and fled the nation
i write a song you’d prolly post but i say nah erase it
just wait until i make it, momma you’ll be extra gracious
i hope you cry ta this
i hope you smile ta this
i hope you proud of this
i really hope that you proud of this
shout out ta rude man i really think that we gotta hit
you were so rude mom i’m glad that you snapped out of it (yuh)

- fred the faded

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