Only You (feat. Klass Murda)

Huh
Let me explain to y'all what the title of this album is, man
Ayo, ayo

I'm sittin' in my cell waitin' for my mother to come
She had to travel eight hours 'cause of her son
Locked up with family members, my brother was one
Mom got two kids in jail because of a gun, huh
Should've known trouble would come
But we'd rather throw rocks at the pans than struggle with crumbs
Adapted to a habitat, in the jungle, we hung
Made us monsters, we started off humble and young
I got my first cell charge around summer '01
First court appearance, shit, I prayed summer would come
I looked behind me, who do I see? My mother in front
Got separated from her baby for a couple of months
I came home and went on a hustlin' run
I put an end to your sufferin' from doublin' funds
My mom would be proud of me no matter what I become
My most reliable sources is my mother and gun, huh
You the reason my heart knew love
I know I did things you ain't approve of
But what you taught me was how to be kind-hearted like you was
That's why I got rich and showed the crew love
Picked homie up from prison in a Benz, it had blue rugs
Few months later, he sold me out for a new plug
This what you go through when you move drugs
Whole crew beefin' with each other, we really just need a group hug
38 really came from the slums
I cash checks, we was just thumbin' through ones
My mom would be proud of me no matter what I become (Uh-huh)
But I don't trust no one like my mother and gun, uh (Yeah)

All these bitches, yeah, they go and they come
But ain't no woman like my mama (No woman like my mama)
I got it tatted on me, yeah, I'm Charlene son
You see me, you see my mama (You see me, you see my mama)
I ain't have nothin', it was hard in these slums
But I always had my mama (I always had my mama)
These bitches say they got me, but a nigga not dumb
You ain't got me like my mama, my mama