OBK - TRIBUTE

Tired of these phone calls everyday
Mama crying saying her body ache
Long distance in a whole other state
Hurt my soul with her tears down her face
Tired of these phone calls everyday
Mama crying saying her body ache
Long distance in a whole other state
Hurt my soul with her tears down her face
You don't know what she been through
Trynna raise six kids by herself gone hurt her mental
Ion know what to tell you
Don't speak on her name death stroke imma aim for the temple
Ion know how to settle
Only need my bread for my moms dat Simple
FaceTimes after FaceTimes
With tears fallin it's crazy
I talk to god he ain't answer me
Call me poc i see no changes
In the streets dis shit get tricky
Only push p got me feeling like diddy
Gotta help ma before I help me city
I Call shots with this gun when I pump no Ricky No kizzy
Don't speak on my moms name
Ion even gotta point I'm on guard like holiday
I'm an all time star like hardaway
Nightmares when I see her face
She struggles to much dat shit gone ache
She smile everyday but I know it fake
The reason I know I've been doing the same
I got like too many different moms
I came this way cuz they all show me love
Don't speak on they name I put that gang
I promise lil Nigga don't speak on my moms
Dear momma don't cry nomo
I know you work to hard and I know you sore
What life without you ion know know more
For my moms I'll go to war
Call dis tribute
Real Nigga in my veins
I perform say my og names
Shout out my moms raised me from younging
Shout my pops made a man from nothing
I ain't talk bout blood but he still made me
All my parents know OBK be a king
Tired of these phone calls everyday
Mama crying saying her body ache
Long distance in a whole other state
Hurt my soul with her tears down her face
Tired of these phone calls everyday
Mama crying saying her body ache
Long distance in a whole other state
Hurt my soul with her tears down her face

Written by:
John Koroma

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