Letter To My Momma YBN Nahmir
"Letter To My Momma" by YBN Nahmir, released in 2018, is a #HipHop track that expresses gratitude and love for his mother. The lyrics reflect themes of struggle, perseverance, and the importance of family support. Unique elements include emotive storytelling and a melodic flow, resonating with listeners and highlighting the rapper's vulnerability.
[Chorus]
I just wanna thank my momma like my sister
'Cause all the [?] still ain't give her
And all them nights she used to called and I ain't picked up
She's still here, but tell my momma that I miss her
I just wanna thank my momma like my sister
'Cause all the [?] still ain't give her
And all them nights she used to called and I ain't picked up
She's still here, but tell my momma that I miss her
[Verse]
Say I can't let a nigga take me from my momma
My momma raised me by herself, ain't have no father
Domestic violеnce, once a nigga try to offer
No I was young, so I ain't know how to solvе it
I miss the days, when you took me to my ball games
When I got older, girls came and then it all change
Jumped in the streets, we was rushin' for them balmains
That easy money, we was thankful that it all came
But now I'm up and in the game I got a lil' fame
This rappin' shit it took off and it finally rain
No more thinkin' 'bout this buildin', momma no more pain
In a couple more weeks, I caught me you a Reigns
And Imma do it for your momma, I've been workin' strong
Now I gotta get that check and for your new home
Imma do it and I put that on my brothers soul
Tell my grandma and my aunty, love 'em in this song
I just wanna thank my momma like my sister
'Cause all the [?] still ain't give her
And all them nights she used to called and I ain't picked up
She's still here, but tell my momma that I miss her
I just wanna thank my momma like my sister
'Cause all the [?] still ain't give her
And all them nights she used to called and I ain't picked up
She's still here, but tell my momma that I miss her
[Verse]
Say I can't let a nigga take me from my momma
My momma raised me by herself, ain't have no father
Domestic violеnce, once a nigga try to offer
No I was young, so I ain't know how to solvе it
I miss the days, when you took me to my ball games
When I got older, girls came and then it all change
Jumped in the streets, we was rushin' for them balmains
That easy money, we was thankful that it all came
But now I'm up and in the game I got a lil' fame
This rappin' shit it took off and it finally rain
No more thinkin' 'bout this buildin', momma no more pain
In a couple more weeks, I caught me you a Reigns
And Imma do it for your momma, I've been workin' strong
Now I gotta get that check and for your new home
Imma do it and I put that on my brothers soul
Tell my grandma and my aunty, love 'em in this song
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