Dear Momma

Dear Momma, this ain't the one by Kanye.
This from me to you, I love you just for my birthday.
Back when it was only us two I was maybe three or two,
I was like, forget any dude that try to talk to you.
Special in my heart and always on my mind,
I ain't gotta have Dad because just with you I'll be fine.
You always had my back and you're never out of range,
but when I get rich that lifestyle of penny pinching is gonna change.
Presidential style but you more like a queen,
I ain't talking Latifah but I know Elizabeth know what I mean.
Red carpet treatment and first class flights,
it's all material stuff but next to my love it all look nice.
I'll fight any dude if with me they got a problem,
but somebody's getting murdered if they say something 'bout my momma.

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