Drake You & The 6
Rider shit Having conversations with mama, man, my life is a mess Ain't been returning the texts, so she been reading the press She got Google Alerts, them shits go straight to her phone She worry 'bout me from home, you know she raised me alone She said, "I heard you back with you know who" I told her, "Girl, I'm always back with you know who, " yeah And she like, "Who are we kidding? You're 27, you're just being you You're your father's child, man, thank God you got some me in you" At least I always, at least I always see it through At least I'm always being true to what you taught me Retired teacher, but your words still got me evolvin' Never get sloppy drunk, but alcohol is problem solvin' And look I hate it when you hate on all my girlfriends And assistants always convinced that there's someone better Like that girl from your gym who trains you I know you wanna arrange it, you told me she's free Thursday And I'm sure that she's an angel, but she don't want this life The timing ain't right Maybe one day, but even one day with us is the time of her life We do things that people pay to document You got the sweetest heart But I'm not here to give out compliments Or boost nobody's confidence, momma I got no friends in this, momma I don't pretend with this, momma I'on joke with this, momma I pull the knife out my back and I cut they throat with it, momma I'm Game of Thrones with it, momma I'm Home Alone with it, momma I'm t I really hate using this tone with you, momma I really hate gettin' aggressive on this phone with you, momma I really hate wasting your time to check a clone or two, momma It's just they cloning me, momma Them niggas wannabes, momma Its like – I'm the one they wanna be, momma I just- I- I can't be out here being vulnerable, momma I mean I kill 'em every time they do a song with me, momma I sing a hook they sing along with me, momma What more they want from me, momma? Yeah, this is a crazy life But you and the six raised me right "Don't ever take advice, " that was great advice You and the six raised me right, that shit saved my life Yeah! Having conversations with momma, we start talkin' 'bout dad You know he dropping a single, he saying this is his window That nigga still wearing linen, that nigga still in the club Call him after we get off the phone and show him some love That nigga Memphis for real, girl, he love you to death He made mistakes throughout his life that he still doesn't accept But he just want our forgiveness, and fuck it, look how we're living I'm content with this story, who are we not to forgive him? At least I been to a prison, at least I know what it's like I used to rap on the phone with one of his friends doing life And now I got me a Grammy, that could be part of the reason Let's just call this shit even, we got some things to believe in Do you remember back to Weston Road, Scarlett Road? Hangin' with Aaron Bell and Reny Shit could've gone south for me, he looked out for me, ma He never let me do drugs He let me shoot a gun one summer, but out there everyone does He made me listen to his music, old music, soul music Shit that can only be created if you go through it I used to get teased for being black And now I'm here and I'm not black enough 'Cause I'm not acting tough Or making stories up 'bout where I'm actually from, yeah But I just roll with it, momma, rolling stone with it, momma Gotta be careful around Rolling Stone Or anyone that's tryna throw stones at me, momma I'm not condoning it, momma They will not tear nothing down, I built this home for you, momma Know I don't call enough, momma I just been working with so little time for personal, momma, yeah Hard labor let me pay the price You and the six raised me right, that shit saved my life
This song is dedicated to Drake’s mother, Sandi Graham. Drake discusses many of the issues he had growing up, and how both his city and his mother helped him cope with all of it.