[Spoken Intro] Mother trucker… Mother hustler. Motherhood. Mama… Look what you started. [Verse 1] Mama, rock-a-bye baby, You used to sing to me. Now I’m raising my own babies, With what you taught me. You kept a safe place, When I needed to call. Never made me feel small, When I couldn’t hold it all. Now I hear, “Just get over it.” Like I ain’t already tried. Some days I hear your voice, And it gets me through the night. [Pre-Chorus] You taught me how to stand, On my own two feet. How to keep a little kindness, Without letting ’em walk on me. [Chorus] I’m a mother hustler, With a whole lot on my plate. Trying to raise my babies, And make something I create. Mother trucker… Some days, that’s all I can say. Then somebody hollers, “Mama!” And I find another way. I can love this life, And still need a minute alone. I’m a mother hustler… Making a life of my own. [Verse 2] Mama, mama, mama… Listen. Thank you for being you. For all the little things, I didn’t know you had to do. Now I’m the one they call for, Before I’ve even had my coffee. And I finally understand, Why you sometimes sat there quietly. My beauty queen, You should hear the things I say. I’ll catch myself sounding like you, In the middle of my day. [Pre-Chorus] You taught me how to stand, But you still let me lean. I’m grown with babies of my own, Still need my mama sometimes, too. [Chorus] I’m a mother hustler, With a whole lot on my plate. Trying to raise my babies, And make something I create. Mother trucker… Some days, that’s all I can say. Then somebody hollers, “Mama!” And I find another way. I can love this life, And still need a minute alone. I’m a mother hustler… Making a life of my own. [Bridge — Spoken, Building] I’m tired of the judgment. Tired of explaining my life. You can have your opinion… I’ve got babies to raise tonight. I know my purpose. Still figuring out the rest. Puzzled, with a passion… Giving what I’ve got left. Life keeps me humble. But let’s get one thing straight… Humble as fuck. Don’t mistake that for weak. [Final Chorus] I’m a mother hustler, With a whole lot on my plate. Trying to raise my babies, And make something I create. Mother trucker! I’ve still got things to say. I’m more than everybody needs, And I’m learning that’s okay. Mama, thank you, For helping me find my feet. There’s a whole lot of you, In the mother I’m learning to be. [Outro — Soft Spoken] Mama… Look what you started. Mother trucker. Mother hustler. Motherhood.
