Mark Battles - Mama Imma Make It lyrics

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Mark Battles - Mama Imma Make It lyrics

Still little Mark from down the street From the city where they would k** 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 sponsored links 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 n***as keep being biased and n***a 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

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