Mark Battles - Mama Imma Make It lyrics

rate me

Still little Mark from down the street

From the city where they would kill 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

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 niggas keep being biased and nigga 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