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conversations.value: Write me a song called Mama / Show Love with the following description: “Mama / Show Love” is the first collaboration between Logic and fellow DMV native YBN Cordae.
  The song is broken into two parts, “Mama” and “Show Love.” The first section involves both artists flexing their lives hoping that their mothers can see where they’re at, while the second part is where Logic takes the time to extend his appreciation for those doing well in the rap game to him.
  This track was first teased in March of 2019 under the title “Killin' Everybody.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Part I: Mama]
  [Intro: Logic]
  Mama, look at me now (
  Get shot
  )
  Mama, look at me now
  [Verse 1: Logic]
  I got the juice, coming for you and I'm bringing the noose
  Leaving 'em hanging, my shit banging
  Second that I came in the game, I'm aiming
  Hold up, wait a minute, break it down for the laymen
  (Do-do-do-do-do-do)
  I'm killin' everybody, I'm the MC that the MCs study
  Look up to me, little buddy (Do it like me, little buddy)
  Save yo money, don't think about a Beamer
  'Til ya sellin' out arenas, and you're ballin' like a
  Ballin'-ballin'-ballin'-ballin'-
  Everybody wonder what it be like
  Now it what it seem like, now it what it dream like
  Go like green light, somethin' what a fiend like
  Do it for the drug and we do it for the love
  And we do it for the high that we get, when we ride in the whip
  And somebody pull up on you and they vibe-vibe-vibing your shit
  [Chorus: Logic & 
  Cordae
  ]
  Mama (
  Yeah, uh
  ), look at me now [Verse 2: Cordae]
  Mama look what you created, now I'm super faded
  And I'm truly hated 'cause I'm real rich
  But she too elated 'cause she knew we made it
  Got the Louis sueded on some trill shit
  I be coolin', nigga, making stupid figures
  But the truth is realer than the fake shit
  Know they shoot to kill us, and produce the triggers
  I go two gorillas on some BAPE shit
  Look at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and extortion
  The Range and the Porsches, the same, but it's gorgeous
  Mama called me, said your name on the Forbes list
  Thank God your daddy never paid for abortion
  But sharing clothes, good times, I'ma cherish those
  Now I'm stuck doing Paris shows
  Embarrass hoes on carousels, I'm careless though
  I bear the toe, don't tear your soul (My god)
  [Chorus: Logic]
  Mama, look at me now
  [Verse 3: Logic]
  Ayy, I'm the one that's where you're from
  They get it done, I'm killing them without a gun
  Take it in, rake it in like a leaf from a money tree
  Keep it goin', keep it goin', get the money, get the money
  When it's sunny, 'cause when them clouds come
  I can promise it's depression
  That's when you learn your lesson
  Thought you was cut out for this, your profession
  Go be the best and all of that, nah fuck all of that
  No one call him back, yeah, no falling back
  Breaking down on stage, break it down the page
  Breaking down your age
  Like, like now, all you do is compare, compare, compare Comparing yourself to the world
  And you losing yourself to the world
  And you're losing yourself to your money, your fame, and your fans
  You have bigger plans, you is in demand, they don't give a (Damn)
  Spend all your money on bullshit and drama
  Had zeros and zeros, and commas on commas
  On commas, on commas, on commas (On commas) [Chorus: Logic]
  Mama, look at me now (Me now)
  [Part ll: Show Love]
  [Verse 4: Logic]
  Ayy, ayy, bitch, get the fuck off my dick
  Everybody ready, I'ma talk my shit
  Put him on my back, and then I walk my shit
  Fuck around, flick my wrist, get it like this
  I got more plaques than I know what to do with
  Believed in myself when nobody else knew it
  Goddamn, I been through it
  Goddamn, I been through it
  You ain't got class, bitch you been truant
  I am the truest, no need to ask
  Back it up, girl, now back that ass
  Bobby get bitches 'cause bitches love Bobby
  And all of the bitches say, "Bobby delicious"
  To say I love bitches, completely fictitious
  [Interlude: Logic]
  'Cause I, I respect women
  But let's be real, man, there's some bad bitches out there
  [Verse 5: Logic]
  Man, I'm just playing
  Chiefin' the reefer, don't know what I'm saying
  I'm pushin' 30, my, I'm pushin' 30, my man (It's time to have fun)
  Shoutout that boy Gambino, shoutout that boy K. Dot
  Shoutout that boy young Drizzy, all y'all been doin' a lot
  Why the rap game so scared to show love?
  I don't know but I am not
  That shit right there a Black Thought
  Now bring it back to the roots
  Yes, I most definitely got the juice
  Yes, I got love for the game
  Don't do this shit for the fame
  It's how we people the same
  Don't care what set you claim
  Shoutout that boy YG, Nat King Cole and JID
  Everybody know I be in the club V.I.P, huh
  Sike, not me
  Too many people to name, but know I got love for you all
  If you need me, I got you, I promise I got you, just give me a call
  Hip-hop, we a family, but the hype beast wanna ban me
  'Cause I am me, speak love, not hate, so they don't understand me
  2019 better get that Grammy
  Give me my props where props is due
  Why everybody wanna come stop you?
  Maybe they mad that they not you
  When you preach that peace and love
  Make them wanna come through, pop shots at you
  That's no love, fuck that, show love
  Don't buck back like a bitch