Beanie Sigel - Mom Praying
Eight decades and four years and gran still kickin
Look at ma, still whippin
Still keep a strap, won't hesitate to give the kids whippins
Tryin to make it to heaven, still livin
Make a visit, stop by the weed spot grab a dub
I know grams gon' have me a grub
I hit the front door, smell aroma of her food cookin
My favorite, a pot of rice and her stewed chicken
Hit the basement, holla at Uncle Doc
Nephew, what’s new kickin?
Where dudes, what's your new mission
We bust it up he cold frontin
I know this nikka wanna hold somethin
I know grams upstairs preppin for church
Matchin up her hat, shoes, pocketbooks and skirts
I swear I lived this verse from the stewed chicken to my uncle who lived in my grandmas basement who I would smoke weed with every now and then
