Motherly Love

"Motherly Love”
Lima Ft. Niza X

Prelude (By Hanifah George)
She’s the behind the scenes worker, underpaid in thank yous,
Winning in spaces she’s trajected to lose,
Transmuted by her alienation, she grew,
One extra set of feet, two extra set of arms,
Strong, is too weak of a word to describe what she possessed,
Blessed,
This world revolves on her axis…

Verse one (Lima)
Life is hard for single mothers, ‘cause we suffer
Gotta make ends meet, to cook that supper
Gotta grind hard every day, in any weather
Learned some lessons from my momma that I’ll never forget
Imma queen, I deserve that respect (right)
That you niggas always seem to forget
Some of the shit I did, yeah, I know I regret
But I was extra, and that’s what made me step up in life
& now my choices are right
I’m blessed (blessed)
I slice a piece of the pie so I can get mine (mine)
Now everything gon be fine
Cause imma shine baby girl, jumping over obstacles
You and my baby boy eat good - lobster course
Yeah, made it out the mud for real (yea)
They like how she cop that big house on the hill
Did that shit without a deal, my babies never miss a meal
So imma stay trapping, keep rapping till we count that Mill
Stay focus with eyes on the prize
‘Cause my surprise, may be lies
I took my time so I can read between the lines
So, don’t waste my fucking time
‘Cause I’ll be just fine without you (baby)
I never doubt myself in any situation, imma work it out boo boo
Straight winner, go getta (uh huh)
Moon walk on these bitches
I am so thrilla
I just want my kids to fulfill-a
Bigger dreams cause the skies the limit
Don’t stop, never freeze (thas right)
Keep it motivated
Some of y’all daddies can’t see all the special needs that your seeds need every week
It’s a pity, I’m on 100 and you keep it 50
When I’m being real then you call me silly
Got no time for that vibe, put that bull shit to the side
Take a look back at my child, then we ride out
(Skuuur)

Chorus
I pray for moms hoping short man make it home
‘cause ain nothing like motherly love,
I pray for moms bringing newborns home, yea
‘Cause ain nothing like that motherly love,
It’s from my soul,
I spit with passion, lyrics and flows
To teach you bout some mothers who were scorned
I know it’s hard,
But we gon soar,
Never fall,
‘Cause ain nothing like motherly love

I pray for moms hoping short man make it home,
‘Cause ain nothing like motherly love (motherly love)
I pray for moms bringing newborns home, yea
‘Cause ain nothing like that motherly love (that motherly love)
It’s from my soul,
I spit with passion, lyrics and flows (huh)
To teach you bout some mothers who are scorned (yea)
I know it’s hard,
But we gon soar,
Never fall,
‘Cause ain nothing like motherly love
(yea, yea)

Verse 2 (Niza X)
Hey Lani,
Its mommy,
I wrote this for verse ya
And If I never I never told ya
I planning on giving the world to ya
I’m not gone lie when I had you I was worried, I was scared
If something went wrong, how do I prevent your tears
I was only 21, I was young, I was dumb
Getting on my knees
Begging, God please
To give me the strength I need
To take my baby girl to places that I’ve never seen
And make sure as long as I live that baby girl will never need
Imma teach you bout these niggas
Imma teach you bout these streets
‘Cause ain’t no real love in either one
I Learned that when I lost my son
Big up the single mothers
‘Cause We making ends meet
And with and without the brothers mehn
Our babies gotta eat
And even though we cry
We never let it show
‘Cause even through the concrete
The roses still grow
So, fix your crown and chin up
Let the world see that glow
Regardless of what we get up every day to get that dough
And don’t let these niggas ever fix they mouth to call you hoe
Let him know if he can’t respect you then he gotta hit the door
My house, my rules,
Ms. Independent in this bitch
Strong single mother making moves in this shit

Chorus (x2)
I pray for moms hoping short man make it home
‘Cause ain nothing like motherly love
I pray for moms bringing newborns home yea
‘Cause ain nothing like that motherly love
It’s from my soul,
I spit with passion lyrics and flows
To teach you bout some mothers who are scorned
I know it’s hard,
But we gon soar,
Never fall,
‘Cause ain nothing like motherly love

Songwriters: Halima “Lima” Roebuck / Niza “Niza X” Delerme / Shawn ”Snipes” Towers / Masai Harris / Hanifah George.
Produced by: Masai Harris