Mama Taught Me

Momma left me at a younger age man
But she taught me how to beat my problems

Momma taught me how to pray
How to pray yeah
How to pray
How to pray
Beat your problems when your pray
When you pray
When you pray

Boffman, look
Phoney haters never knew that I pray to Jesus (Amen)
The all mighty God who will break your body into pieces
They know that I'm grinding for money
They know that I'm digging the best
No matter how bad I won't stop
No matter how bad i won't stop
Look, I body and shmurda these rappers ma nigga
They ain't got no bars
They always flexing with the cars that they renting my nigga
They ain't no guap, reply if I'm wrong
These rappers they lie in their songs
I'm better than all of them anyway
Buy some weed get me high then, we elevate
Took a city just to raise a kid
Now I'm 21, I gotta do it big
I'm heading for the throne
Whoever is sitting will be fucken thrown
I told y'all niggas that I'm coming soon
I'm done with school, I'm heading for the win
Your favorite rappers do it for the bling
They prolly asking, who the fuck is this
I'm Jakes the nigga, newest on the block
I'm here to murder better call the cops
And I ain't playing no games
This game is dormant
Gotta kill my opponents
Momma left me young and daddy not around
I hate to talk about it
But I promise momma, I will make you proud
This life is too much when you not around
I'm glad you taught me how to beat my problems
I just close my eyes and tell the one above
Coz you taught me

How to pray
How to pray
How to pray
How to pray
Beat your problems when you pray
When you pray
When you pray
When you pray
Momma taught me how to pray
How to pray
How to pray
How to pray
Beat your problems when pray
When you pray
When you pray
When you pray

Mom I've been praying for peace, damn
I pray like you taught me
I'm always face down on my knees, yeah
I Hate that you left me
But it was a way to be stronger though
I hope that I'm making you proud
Not the other way around
Now I'm heading for the game
And I'm not gonna change
I just wanna be known in this way
Not the fake shit
And I don't mean no disrespect
To niggas who always keep it real
But I'm not sorry, to the fake ones
With the fake rings and the fake chains
Dammit keep it real
I'm youngin Luther man I got a dream
I'm grinding hard, I got the winning team
1630 where your nigga from
And I will keep on preaching about it on a song
Skinny nigga coming for the game
I'm from a city where we bunking school
To go and cop the kush
I always had it, I just had to push
I wasn't made but I was born dope
Your favorite rappers man they will choke
I could run the game with my eyes closed
Don't fuck around with a youngin like me
Cause some niggas got hit on the same night
I'm one of the best
And I just might, school all these rappers
And put them in seminars
I ain't nice like I'm Bruno mars
When you booming they call you cuz.
I tweeted blaklez like a year ago
He told me to murder these rappers
I do it with no practice
I follow my heart coz i got this

How to pray
How to pray
How to pray
How to pray
Beat your problems when you pray
When you pray
When you pray
When you pray
Momma taught me how to pray
How to pray
How to pray
How to pray
Beat your problems when you pray
When you pray
When you pray
When you pray