Thanks Mom

[Verse 1: Mani Coolin'] I used to think life would be like What I thought life would be like when I was like 10 10 bedrooms, big house looking fix Around the same time I used to play Eminem And niggas I would kick it with were still my friends But they ain't no friends, they just trying to make ends Forget where you started, it's about where you went It's about what you win, about what you win Where I'm from don't make me me Made myself, ain't get shit free Money ain't everything but having it is Money made all of my family split Split that check they still want more Trying my shit they still want more More on my mind till [?] everyday Tell myself, I say that the world is yours Know my life, earn my stripes Lot of niggas went left trying to get right Write my little raps and I pray every night Trying to get better when I drop every time Trying to make all y'all respect my mind Trying to make all y'all respect this grind Trying to make sure that before we all go my momma get to see her own son shine [Hook] But I just need some more time momma So they can see your son shine momma Oh I just need some more time momma So they can see your son shine momma [x4] So they can see your son shine [Verse 2: Mani Coolin'] I know that it's hard Trying to find a way out Outside when it's dark, them niggas don't play 'round Lost and I needed a way out Trying to play the safe route Cause niggas go to jail And niggas be dying, mommas be crying in the city I'm in Fuck trying to be cool, fuck that school They never understand what I was trying to do Trying to get truth, do this for you Don't dare play me, hope for the youth Pray for us all, too many niggas fall Lots of us niggas to the streets trying to ball Still answer when you call I ain't never been a fraud I ain't never been perfect, we all got flaws I ain't never want to cut none of my niggas off, if they not around then that was they fault That was they call, they chose that shit [?] would've make it, I know that shit War would've make it, can't blow that shit Shit blow up quick, then shit get drastic I know shit happens, but shit I'm standing It's hard to stand out when everybody rapping Everybody rambling 'bout what they want Not putting in work but they still trying to stunt Put your pride to the side and your goals in the front And your stresses in the back and you might get you some Might make a mill from it, might get a deal from it Might keep it real with you, now keep it one hunnid Like say the realest shit that anyone heard of Everybody heard, make everybody love it [Hook]