Dear mama
I'mma write you
Before you find out
All up on your iTunes
God bless you I hope you read your bible
Your blood pressure gon' be higher than your IQ
Here I go -- well I produce beats now
You might've noticed I had started doing freestyles
I write songs
Yeah it's bigger than a pasttime
It's a lot
Take a minute like it's halftime
You want a doctor? Oh you want a lawyer?
Well I adopted me as my employer
I stopped writin' night after night
Cuz I knew if I did
Well -- I'd be igniting a flame
That's burned since I was five
Oh my God I denied it but now I'm alive
Can't turn it off like cable
God just signed me
Life is the label

CHORUS
Look ma
No hands
Yes Ma'am
I stand
Shoulders of giants
And I feel like I'm flying baby

Look ma
It's no hands
Yes Ma'am
I stand
Shoulders of giants
And I feel so defiant baby

VERSE 2
Before you put my ass on blast
Let's be fair -- I did what you asked
Ivy League School
I didn't just pass
I double majored
Got As every class
Got a good job when I got my degree
I was secure but I wasn't free
Acting mature but I wasn't me
I wasn't sure but now easily
I can say that this what I'm 'posed to do
That doesn't mean I'm opposed to you
You can get your gavel
You passing judgement
Feet to the gravel
You probably rushing
To get down here and whoop my behind
But even you can't change my mind
Well I'mma let this song convince you
If not so long I'mma miss you

CHORUS