Jay Z — Blueprint (Momma Loves Me)

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Uh, feel me now, listen,
Momma loved me, pop left me,
Mickey fed me, Annie dressed me,
Eric fought me, made me tougher,
Love you for that, my n**ga, no matter what, bruh.
Marcy raised me, and whether right or wrong,
Streets gave me all I write in the song.
Hootie babysitted, changed my diapers,
Gil introduced me to the game that changed my life up,
East Trenton grew me, had me skippin’ school,
Valencia’s boyfriend Volvo had me makin’ moves.

Momma raised me, pop, I miss you,
God, help me forgive him, I got some issues.
Mickey cleaned my ears, Annie shampooed my hair,
Eric was fly. Shit, I used to steal his gear.
I was the baby boy, I could do no wrong,
Yeah, it’s goin’ past fast, let’s move along.
Kitchen table, that’s where I honed my skills,
Jaz made me believe this shit was real.
Labels turned me down, couldn’t foresee,
Clark sought me out, Dame believed.

Primo laced me, Ski did too,
Reasonable Doubt, classic, shoulda went triple.
Momma loved me, pop left me,
Grandma dressed me, plus she fed me,
Banana pudding, was in the hood then,
Puffin on L’s, drinking pink champelle.
Ty rolled with a n**ga, V.A. spot,
Tone, Mike Zo and them n**gas, V.A.’s locked.
Biggs fucked with a n**ga, whassup, Hoff?

Bee-High hated the fact I put rap to the back,
Money pourin’ in, clientele growin’ now,
Birth of my first nephew, time to slow it down.
October 21st, Lavelle came to the world,
Followed by three more boys and then a baby girl.
Momma loved me, Ti-Ti, uncle Jay
Loves you to death, won’t let no trouble come your way.
Oh, can’t forget my man down in Maryland,
He’s gone till November, how can I not remember?
Tell your moms I’m there for her and Tiembra,
And your son too, there’s nothing I won’t do.

Unless you was me, how could you judge me?
I was brought up in pain, y’all can’t touch me.
Police pursued me, chased, cuffed and subdued me,
Talked to me rudely ‘cause I’m young rich and I’m black,
And livin’ a movie, not livin’ by rules,
New rap patrollin’ the city, follow my crews.
Bleek you’re still with me, n**ga, what did I say?
Your time is comin’, you one hit away.
Beans, I ain’t tryna change you, just give you some game
To make the transition from the street to the fame.
My momma loves me…