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Lil Flip Lyrics Make Mama Proud Lyrics


[Lil Flip]
In elementary I used crayons even chalk
I learned to count money before I could read and talk
And my mama told me son you need to shine
I couldnt stand at the back I had to lead the line
I use to make good grades but I talked in class
In middle school I was late when I walked in class
I the teacher ran a aron I taught the class
And what I didnt know I was about to ask
And just because I played ball I got easy grades
And when I turned 13 I got even fades
Everybody wearing Air Macs Rees and Js
But all my parents cared about was Bs and As
In high school I picked up my pen and pad
I had dreams of pulling up in a Benz or Jag
I had to get it on my own I couldnt depend on dad
I had to grow up too fast but then Im glad
Because the stuff I know now I wouldnt believe it
The main goals that I set I wouldnt achieve it
Id probably be locked up or running the streets
Id probably wouldnt have platinum in front of my teeth
Id probably still be mocking trying to earn a dollar
Id probably be in the hood selling sherm or powder
But instead Im making bread legal dough
Going to church and staying away from these evil hoes

[Chorus - 2x]
You only got one life you better do what you can
Cause when you turn thirteen you are a man
And I cant be broke so Ima rock the crowd
Its up to me I gotta make my mama proud

[Lil Flip]
Theres a place called heaven and a place called hell
Theres a place called freedom and a place called jail
And if you go to jail they gone treat you bad
Take your commissary and beat you bad
So Im staying out of trouble Im chasing my dream
I know you see your little boy on t.v. screens
Im blowing up your little boy making it happen
Im not selling dope mama Im making it rapping
So when you go to sleep at night you know Im safe
Cause in Houston everyday somebody catching a case
Like yesterday my partner went to jail
And he aint coming home until he fifty seven
He nineteen so you do the math
I got smart man I choose to rap
So when I grow up my kids can have a good life
Thats all I wrote yall have good night



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