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I got a story to tell
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Ayo, ayo
My mom had once tried out for American Idol
I was eight years old, back home, feelin' entitled
Went to school the next day, eyes gleamin' with hope
Plottin' on the J's I'd get when she finally blows
Watchin' MTV Cribs, you know, the spin-off for kids
I just knew when she won, that's just how we would live
Grandma babies sittin' us, paper plates in the kitchen
I was heartbroken when she didn't make the audition
Next mornin', filled with gloom, back to regular life
The dreams of bein' a rich kid would finally die
Fuck workin' hard, nigga, boy, I'm tryin' to be fly
Hand-me-down's from my cousin, these ain't even my size
Fuck writin' a verse with a sweet sixteen
I'm tryin' to be on MTV for my sweet sixteen
Red run, older son got a Lambo for his
They makin' fun of my shacks, I can't handle this shit
Back to mom's dream-chasin'
I used to cry when she'd leave for the studio, when we lived in [?]
Another demo that was shopped around and ain't make it
So then I started writin' in that basement, it went like
It went like, it went like
It went like, yeah
Ayo, my mom had once tried out for Making The Band
She made it to the third episode, was takin' a stand
You know the season where Puff made 'em run six miles?
Now look what happened to Puff, crazy how it work out
It take me back to the days, I'm sittin' up on the couch
Still countin' my blessings, Uncle John watchin' westerns
Headphones in, my pen game steadily progressin'
This lil' hobby of mine had turned into an obsession
Now this was back in '06, now back in '05
Mama had to choose between her dreams and keepin' a job
I said: Mama, maybe you should make a dancin' song
She said: Son, that type of music don't last too long
Dream deferred, meanwhile, my dreams is worse
Explicit bars, but I swore I wrote the cleanest verse
Fast forward, I'm fifteen and got the biggest plans
I'll make it big, since my mama didn't get the chance
Nigga, that's real
