Alright, y'all, I need y'all to kick a quick verse on this for your moms Nothing long, like a 16, you know? Shoutout and honor misters, mercer and Mama Niecy Merce, you got your 16? (Yeah, I'm ready) Mike, you ready? (Man, I got 24) Nah, king, keep it short and sweet So Merce, you go first Well, see, my mama was from Waynesboro, Georgia Where a glass of struggle life'll sure pour ya So she migrated up to New York where I was born The BX where burning buildings seemed to be the norm Her heart was filled with love and kindness And kept family in front, never behind us And her words had a compass in 'em To help course correct the foolish 'round the world without venom in her heart It ain't no surprise She made us walk with humbleness in our eyes She said: No wantin' this and that, be clear on what you need And know sweat and tears may accompany the bleed And she would rather us not Send prayers up for things our own hands could gather And since we all sprouted up from out of God's good dirt She valued getting dirty if God was in the work Thank you, mama No doubt, yo, that's love Love and miss you: Misters, mercer Let me take this moment to show my mama some love I love you, mommy Alright, Killer You got that 16 ready, fam? (You already know, King shit) Let's get it I'm rollin' and smokin' easy, I'm thinkin' 'bout Mama Niecy I told her that I'ma be and them see it, mommy, believe me Smokin' a joint, makin' a point, she tell her friends My baby gon' be a rapper: Point at me, say: Go again Shit, I was tryna be Brother Marquis from 2 Live I grabbed the microphone, tell my tall tales and my true lies I was a gangster and a scholar and I ran my own world I had the money and the power and the cars and the girls My mommy told me: One day, baby, but right now you just nine And when you finally find a girlfriend, make sure she more than fine Make sure she got a beautiful heart, intelligent mind A caretaker, not just a taker, gotta take care of mine You see, niecy was my Afeni, my Voletta and more She was mama, wait, I was Rico, in my cup, she would pour I thank the Lord for her, only sixteen when she had me Had to be hard for her So I moved like a man on a mission from God for her There it is (there it is), nice and quick (indeed) But not lacking in the love (love you, mama) I know you both have for your lovely mothers (word up) Know that they both looking down proud, my brothers Salute, salutary, salutations Love your mothers, y'all, because they mother Yeah, my mama wasn't no saint (ha, word?) They didn't call my mama misters: Nothing They called my mama OG Mama Niecy, ha, yah' mean? (Ha, no doubt) And I love her (dope) You know, all that sinnin', man, came from winnin' 'cause she raised them children filled with integrity Oh, indeed, brother, indeed