| Mamma had a dream, but she gave it up for me
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| And my sister raising kids, man that ain’t a cup of tea
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| Now she ain’t have no cheese, but took us to Chuck E. Cheese
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| Somewhat of a G, living life so sucka free
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| Told her what I want to be, she was cooler than the breeze
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| Supportive as a beam, cause I knew she had believed
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| If it were up to me, she’d be treated like the queen
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| A life of luxury, filled with shiny pretty things
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| Now I was only three when she brought me to the States
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| My sister only one, crossing borders wasn’t safe
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| What she did was very brave, I think about it everyday
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| From Argentina to Mexico, and finally LA
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| Yes, she made it really far, someone give her an applause
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| Got herself a job, an apartment and a car
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| But the struggle isn’t over so I keep doing my parts
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| Straight spittin' out them bars that’ll get us to the stars
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| Tell me momma, are we there yet?
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| Yeah, tell me momma, are we there yet?
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| Tell me momma, are we there yet?
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| Tell me momma, are we there yet?
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| Shorty was a ten, she was chillin' with her friends
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| I was trying to be smooth, but I couldn’t pretend
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| So I walked up with a brew, table, napkin, and a pen
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| Told her we should do something, call me when you can
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| Man, after two dates, I got her back in my place
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| She made the bed shake and my heart beat race
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| Yeah, we were moving fast but either one of us cared
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| Seducin' me with that ass ware, really wasn’t fair
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| Is this just good sex or is it something that’s rare
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| Feelings do intersect, when you choke and pull hair
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| Are we two single people, or have we become a pair
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| And to tell you the truth girl, I ain’t ready for that dare
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| But I saw it in her eyes, she was falling in deep
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| I barely know you and you barely know me
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| These are common road rules, we should take it slowly
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| So before you use words like «love», just let me speak
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| Tell me baby, are we there yet?
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| Tell me baby, are we there yet?
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| Yeah, tell me baby, are we there yet?
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| Tell me baby, are we there yet?
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| At the age of fifteen, I was rockin' open mics
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| Killing the LA scene, like a scene in Poltergeist
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| Young freestyle king, street battlin' left and right
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| I was quite mean, yeah I thought the kill was nice
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| I made it my career at the age of seventeen
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| Now almost every year, I travel the seven seas
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| Respected by my peers, and all of the OG’s
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| Got fans around the world, they be cheering fo' me
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| When I wake up every morning, man I wonder if it’s real
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| Look at what I worked for, everything I built
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| When I really think about it, it be giving me the chills
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| Cause I’m eating off my music and I’m paying all my bills
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| I think I made it y’all, I don’t need a fucking deal
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| What the hell am I saying, man I gotta check myself
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| That’s for real, cause when things are going well I get gassed up
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| That’s when I look in the mirror and I ask…
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| Tell me brother, are you there yet?
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| Young brother, are you there yet?
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| Tell me brother, are you there yet?
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| Keep it moving, we ain’t there yet |