Momma Told Me chords by Junior Raimey
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Verse 1
(A minor) (C major)
(G major) (A minor) Well my mama
told me when I was just me
how they (C major) be goin' do what you dream
But I (G major) ain't grindin' at this
dead -end job
workin' (A minor) 16 days a week
I learned early in life
gotta hustle to survive
and (C major) most things just ain't fair
I sold my (G major) soul to the devil
and the price is cheap
and I ain't (A minor) really trying to go back there
I grew up fascinated with
guns and drugs
Influenced (C major) by the game
before I ever knew what it was
Came (G major) up around criminals
and redneck thugs
Pops (A minor) hustled so I guess
it was in my blood
Daddy wouldn't stop,
mama got fed up
Realiz (C major) ing all the evil love was covering up
She (G major) moved us away to
start a new life up
Down (A minor) to Carolina
dreaming of fun in the sun
But she worked all the time,
never had much money
Other (C major) kids all laughed
and said I looked bummy
Until I (G major) came up on my horse
and started doing some things
Rocking (A minor) Jordans by the page
and polos and baggy jeans
So fresh, so plain,
couldn't tell me a thing
Mama (C major) tried,
the cops still ran up inside the crib
(G major) Found some drugs and guns,
took me away
Took my (A minor) money, locked me up,
and all I can say
Well, my mama told
me when I was just me
How I better (C major) go and do what you dream
But man, (G major) I ain't grindin' at
this dead -end job,
work (A minor) in' 16 days a week
I learned early in life,
gotta hustle to survive,
and (C major) most things just ain't fair
I sold my (G major) soul to the devil,
and the price is cheap,
and I ain't (A minor) really tryin' to go back there
I was born in Washington
in the winter of 83, pops (C major) split
Mother was left broke to raise me,
she did (G major) the best that she could
Two jobs to buy,
but every (A minor) night through the
wall in my bedroom
I can hear the cries when I thought
money could replace the tears
So (C major) I dropped out
and with the devil I made a deal
Was (G major) a youngster, reckless,
loving the misbehavior
From (A minor) my shack to Wakanda,
from cutting coke into Mikey Wade
Now I know, it was the presidents
that had me blinded
From (C major) the moment I was born,
the only thing I knew
was grinding I (G major) was finding,
self caught in the middle of the madness
And (A minor) the more blow I flipped,
the more my mind filled with sadness
See the fact is,
I just wanted to make you proud
But (C major) if Rick Kane wanted to be
the one to lay it down
You (G major) ain't got a struggle at the store
But (A minor) you wouldn't accept a dime
cause you knew I was worth more
Well my momma told me
when I was just me high
Baby (C major) go and do what you dream
But I (G major) ain't grinding at this
dead end job
Working (A minor) six damn days a week
I learned early in life
gotta hustle to survive
And (C major) most things just ain't fair
I sold my (G major) soul to the devil
and the price is cheap
And I ain't (A minor) really trying to go
back there (C major) (G major) (A minor)
(C major)
You
(G major) (A minor)
Momma Told Me
Junior Raimey
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