作词 : Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Aaron Gomez/Adam Feeny/Lawrence Parker/Cordae Dunston
 作曲 : Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Aaron Gomez/Adam Feeny/Lawrence Parker/Cordae Dunston
Mama, look at me now
Mama, look at me now
I got the juice, coming for you and I'm bringing the noose
Leaving 'em hanging, my s**t banging
Second that I came in the game, I'm aiming
Hold up, wait a minute, break it down for the laymen
(Do-do-do-do-do-do)
I'm killin' everybody, I'm the MC that the MC's study
Look up to me, little buddy (Do it like me, little buddy)
Save yo' money, don't think about a Beamer
'Til ya sellin' out arenas, and you're ballin' like a
Ballin'-ballin'-ballin'-ballin'-
Everybody wonder what it be like
Now it what it seem like, now it what it dream like
Go like green light, somethin' what a fiend like
Do it for the drug and we do it for the love
And we do it for the high that we get, when we ride in the whip
And somebody pull up on you and they ****-****-vibing your s**t
Mama (Yeah, uh), look at me now
Mama look what you created, now I'm super faded
And I'm truly hated 'cause I'm real rich
But she too elated 'cause she knew we made it
Got the Louis sueded on some trill s**t
I be coolin' *****, making stupid figures
But the truth is realer than the fake s**t
Know they shoot the killers and produce the triggers
I go two gorillas on some Bape s**t
Look at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and extortion
The range and the Porches, the same but it's gorgeous
Mama called me, said your name on the Forbes list
Thank god your daddy never paid for abortion
But sharing clothes, good times I'ma cherish those
Now I'm stuck doing Paris shows
Embarrass hoes, I'm carousel,
I'm careless though, I bear the toe
Don't dare your soul (My god)
Mama, look at me now
Ayy, I'm the one that's waiting from, they get it done
I'm killing them without a gun
Take it in, rake it in like a leaf from a money tree
Keep it goin', keep it goin', get the money, get the money
When it's sunny, 'cause when them clouds come
I can promise it's depression
That's when you learn your lesson
Thought you was cut out for this, your profession
Go be the best in all of that, nah **** all of that
No one call him back, yeah no falling back
Breaking down on stage, break it down the page
Breaking down your age
Like, like now, all you do is compare, compare,
Compare Comparing yourself to the world
And you losing yourself to the world
And you're losing yourself to your money, your fame, and your fans
You have bigger plans, you is in demand, they don't give a (damn)
Spend all your money on bulls**t and drama
Had zeros and zeros, and commas on commas
On commas, on commas, on commas (On commas)
Mama, look at me now (Me now)
Ayy, ayy, ***** get the **** off my ****
Everybody better, I'ma talk my s**t
Put him on my back, then I walk my s**t
**** around, flick my wrist, get it like this
I got more plaques than I know what to do with
Believed in myself when nobody else knew it
Goddamn, I been through it
Goddamn, I been through it
You ain't got class, ***** you been chew it
I am the truest
No need to ask
Back it up girl, now back that ass
Bobby get b*****s 'cause b*****s love Bobby
And all of the b*****s say Bobby delicious
To say I love b*****s is completely fictitious
'Cause I-I respect women
But let's be real man, there's some bad b*****s out there
Man, I'm just playing
She flipped the reefer, don't know what I'm saying
I pushed a 30 my, I pushed a 30 my man (It's time to have fun)
Shoutout that boy Gambino, shoutout that boy K. Dot
Shoutout that boy young Drizzy, all y'all been doing a lot
Why the rap game so scared to show love?
I don't know but I am not
That s**t right there, I am Black Thought
Y'all bring it back to the roots
Yes, I most definitely got the juice
Yes I got love for the game
Don't do this s**t for the fame
It's all we people the same
Don't care what set you claim
Shoutout that boy YG
Nas, King Cole and JID
Everybody know I be in the club V.I.P (Huh)
Psych not me
Too many people to name, but know I got love for you all
If you need me, I got you, I promise, just give me a call
Hip hop, we a family, but the hype beast wanna bang me
'Cause I am me, speak love not hate so they don't understand me
2019 better get that Grammy
Give me my props where props is due
Why everybody wanna come stop you?
Maybe they mad that they not you
And you piece that peace and love
Make them wanna come through, pop shots at you
That's no love, **** that, show love
Don't buck back like a *****