FES TAYLOR - Moma Raised Me lyrics

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Moma Raised Me / Fes Taylor[Chorus 2X: T-Bird]See I'm a rider, I'm a survivorMoma ain't raised no punk, so I'm a fighterI never lost, cuz I am a winnerYes, I am a winner, God made me a winner[Cappadonna]Never had nothing before, so I learned how to hustle in the streetNow I'mma score, when I was youngI used to slip in the crack storeNow I'm known all over the world for speaking my lifeStill reside up in the hood, thoughSuccess is inevitable, wherever the hood goYa'll niggas should know, I can't quitMy life is like a movie, actors and charactersSurrounded by savages, gotta go where the cabbage isFiends rush the drug dealers, babies in carriagesIndustry took a bow, not knowing what marriage isMy life is like a bridge, many lifes crossed overThese the pains of a black man, with the world on my shouldersNow I'm a rider, I'm a survivorI came from the hood, though, moma raised a fighterGod planted faith in me, and now I'm a good writerI'm always putting work in, cuz I'm destined to winI go hard and so hard, God forgive me for my sinI used to be a drug dealer, studied one to tenAnd now I"m a minister, I do this for my childrenI keep my antennas up, focus my life onProvided back something for whenever it's toughThis is my life song, my life[Fes Taylor]To be real with you niggas, I dare a nigga front on meI sware to God, I throw the steel to you niggasLike what the fuck I gotta lose, so I choose deathOver life in jail, any day, before I wear a pair of Pataki shoesAnd my tattooes, shit I would ride forProbably to the judge, but, shit I wouldn't lie to ya'llStaten Island Wolf Pack, is not a rap groupA bunch of niggas that'll clap/shoot, black suitsAct cool, act cute, ask whoEver did wrong to a nigga, I put an ax toCut him off like lames when I cut acrossSomething like, when I floss in the butter softMy baby mother lost, told her get her head rightFor she have my son grow up, speeding through red lightsSo fuck the world, my moms and my girlMy life's played out like a jheri curl, ready to dieListen to Big, stereo, riding to PacOn some Big L shit, I let it knockI am not the average rapper, who spit jokes to get laughterRather send some muthafuckas after yaKidnap Russell Simmons til he put my niggas onHurricane Taylor, waiting for the bigger stormMy niggas gone, so my niggas mournSo why the fuck you think I rep they name every song?Y. Million, B-Ghost, Flex, Day-Day, HeckStill ain't enough beat to say the rest, damn...[T-Bird]My father was never there, but I was never scaredI guess God got a plan for this brother hereThe streets made me stronger, jail made me think longerMy brother got shot on the corner smoking marijuanaSo don't believe the hype, I'm describing my ghetto lifeI seen shorty shoot a nigga just to earn his stripesI put the weed down, I'm focused on me nowI need a moment of clarity, I can see nowSome people understand, me? I'm trying to overstandAnd part the ocean like Moses with one wave of the handI"m real with my niggas, I got love for them allPlus I know they gonna catch me if I ever fallI'm Brooklyn like Biggie Smalls but I ain't a Bad BoyEverything I wear is exclusive, like 'look at that boy'Picture me rolling with Pac, smoking in L.A.He never would of died if the gun was under his PeleAsk Queen Latifah what happened to all the UnityAfter she did the movie, she forgot how to be true to meI used to listen to P.E. for hoursAnd now I finally understand, how I can Fight the PowerYou front on me, I throw your ass in the ditchI'd rather be a son of a bitch, then a son of a snitchIf life is a gamble, then I'm 4, 5, 6I told my wife just be patient, we soon gon' be richIt's, the Chernak Music Group, hate us or love usBut no matter how you feel, you could never get above usI'm a winner...[Chorus 2X]