Mark Battles Mama Imma Make It Lyrics
Mama Imma Make It by Mark Battles
Still little Mark from down the street
From the city where they would kill for a pound of weed
Trying to make my mama proud of me
Prince of the city, buffering Jimmy 'cause he still the king
Haters taking shots and I don't feel a ding
Squad behind me, Pat Riley, I can build a team
Say you love me, what that really mean?
You ain't my lover, Miss Billie Jean, I deal with fiends
In a different way, I'm tryna get away
What can I say? I'll be gone till the end of May
Welcome to the bright lights
In a world where you get lost in the night life
Groupie chicks try and claim they the wife type
And then your friends will screw you over for the right price
Go to bed, night, night
It get scary when you running out of options
Call himself a rapper but you just call him jobless
Selling my CDs out the trunk to make a profit
No matter if you knock it, I was happy 'bout the progress
Had to go another route
It's Fly America, I'm coming out
I told mama I'mma make it
Got drive, dedication
So my dream I'm chasing
Just trying to dodge Satan
That my dream, God know I'm impatient
I told my mama I'mma make it
I'mma make it
We gonna make it, what's a chance if you don't take it
I told my mama I'mma make it
Mama, I'mma make it
Yeah, we gonna make it, what's a chance if you don't take it
I made my lil' mama a promise that I got us
Now it's Benihanas, reminiscing on the projects
All black diamonds in my all gold moccasins
You know you profit with commas in your deposit slips
I see my mama whip a ostrich, only kitchen appliance
Y'all niggas keep being biased and nigga just being honest
Trying to make a dollar out of 15 cent
We shed them tears when the Redman made that rip
But now it's Miami Heat games, season six
To you it's a lick, for dudes with chips it's all love
I spit the dip with my buckle to show the hustle
New crib look like the devil, y'all in trouble
I told mama I'mma make it
Got drive, dedication
So my dream I'm chasing
Just trying to dodge Satan
That my dream, God know I'm impatient
I told my mama I'mma make it
I'mma make it
We gonna make it, what's a chance if you don't take it
I told my mama I'mma make it
Mama, I'mma make it
Yeah, we gonna make it, what's a chance if you don't take it
Mama, look
From the city where they would kill for a pound of weed
Trying to make my mama proud of me
Prince of the city, buffering Jimmy 'cause he still the king
Haters taking shots and I don't feel a ding
Squad behind me, Pat Riley, I can build a team
Say you love me, what that really mean?
You ain't my lover, Miss Billie Jean, I deal with fiends
In a different way, I'm tryna get away
What can I say? I'll be gone till the end of May
Welcome to the bright lights
In a world where you get lost in the night life
Groupie chicks try and claim they the wife type
And then your friends will screw you over for the right price
Go to bed, night, night
It get scary when you running out of options
Call himself a rapper but you just call him jobless
Selling my CDs out the trunk to make a profit
No matter if you knock it, I was happy 'bout the progress
Had to go another route
It's Fly America, I'm coming out
I told mama I'mma make it
Got drive, dedication
So my dream I'm chasing
Just trying to dodge Satan
That my dream, God know I'm impatient
I told my mama I'mma make it
I'mma make it
We gonna make it, what's a chance if you don't take it
I told my mama I'mma make it
Mama, I'mma make it
Yeah, we gonna make it, what's a chance if you don't take it
I made my lil' mama a promise that I got us
Now it's Benihanas, reminiscing on the projects
All black diamonds in my all gold moccasins
You know you profit with commas in your deposit slips
I see my mama whip a ostrich, only kitchen appliance
Y'all niggas keep being biased and nigga just being honest
Trying to make a dollar out of 15 cent
We shed them tears when the Redman made that rip
But now it's Miami Heat games, season six
To you it's a lick, for dudes with chips it's all love
I spit the dip with my buckle to show the hustle
New crib look like the devil, y'all in trouble
I told mama I'mma make it
Got drive, dedication
So my dream I'm chasing
Just trying to dodge Satan
That my dream, God know I'm impatient
I told my mama I'mma make it
I'mma make it
We gonna make it, what's a chance if you don't take it
I told my mama I'mma make it
Mama, I'mma make it
Yeah, we gonna make it, what's a chance if you don't take it
Mama, look