Video musical
Video musical
Créditos
Artistas intérpretes
Kojey Radical
Voces
Ed Thomas
Piano
Jay Weathers
Programación de percusión
Christina Matovu
Voces adicionales
Dayna Fisher
Bajo eléctrico
Ezme Gaze
Violonchelo
Wayne Urquhart
Violonchelo
O. Koleoso
Batería
Neil Waters
Trompeta
Trevor Mires
Trombón
Charlie Stock
Viola
Stella Page
Viola
A. Pagulatos
Violín
Emma Blanco
Violín
Marsha Skinns
Violín
Sam Kennedy
Violín
Olufemi David Koleoso
Batería
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Ed Thomas
Composición
Jay Weathers
Composición
Kwadwo Adu Genfi Amponsah
Composición
Neil Waters
Arreglista de cuerdas
Producción e ingeniería
Ed Thomas
Producción
Jay Weathers
Producción
Cameron Palmer
Ingeniería
Kwame Kwei Armah
Producción
Kwame “KZ” Kwei-Armah Jr.
Producción ejecutiva
Swindle
Producción ejecutiva
Letra
[Verse 1]
I think my momma was a gangsta
I think my daddy was a rolling stone
I was looking for some answers
While forgetting there was rice at home
That's every day, that's every day with it, yeah
And every night that she would pray for me, yeah
Tell the devil keep away from me, yeah
Feed my soul and fix a plate for me, yeah
[Verse 2]
I think my momma was a hustler
And had to double up
Felt the love when she was tough with us
I had to toughen up
Think my daddy still in love with her
But not in love with love
Didn't get it till I got it
Probably where I got it from
I dot my i's and cross my t's
But in the streets I'm troublesome
Did my best to keep it low key
But my momma worrisome
I worry too
I worry, worry when the trouble follow us
When I was scared, she gave me hugs
But knew she couldn't coddle us
[Verse 3]
'Cause it gets scary in this wild, wild world
Wild, wild world
But it's all I know
My momma told me that this life get cold
Life get cold
But it still goes on
[Verse 4]
I think my momma was a gangsta
I think my daddy was a rolling stone
I was looking for some answers
While forgetting there was rice at home
That's every day, that's every day with it, yeah
And every night that she would pray for me, yeah
Tell the devil keep away from me, yeah
Feed my soul and fix a plate for me, yeah
[Verse 5]
My son mother was a hustler, forever proud of her
Wrote a book and raised a king
Fuck whoever doubted her
Did our best to do our best
Even when it didn't work
Lord knows I ain't perfect and I caused a lot of hurt
I could blame it on my trauma, but I put my healing first
Moonwalking through the fire, a generational curse
My son getting big, he getting tall, get getting handsome
If he got my pen, I'm betting he going platinum
No good at the lullabies, I'm better when I rap to him
Wishing I could call my dad, just so I could chat to him
Maybe it's a culture thing
Wonder what the answer was
My momma said, "Forgive misses
Go handle your businesses"
[Verse 6]
'Cause it gets scary in this wild, wild world
Wild, wild world
But it's all I know
My momma told me that this life get cold
Life get cold
But it still goes on
[Verse 7]
I think my momma was a gangsta
I think my daddy was a rolling stone
I was looking for some answers
While forgetting there was rice at home
That's every day, that's every day with it, yeah
And every night that she would pray for me, yeah
Tell the devil keep away from me, yeah
Feed my soul and fix a plate for me, yeah
[Verse 8]
I think my momma was a gangsta
I think my daddy was a rolling stone
I was looking for some answers
While forgetting there was rice at home
That's every day, that's every day with it, yeah
And every night that she would pray for me, yeah
Tell the devil keep away from me, yeah
Feed my soul and fix a plate for me, yeah
[Verse 9]
You're doing very well
I'm so proud of you, what you are doing
Very, very well
You can't do any more than what you are doing
Written by: Cameron Palmer, Ed Thomas, Edward Frederick Idris Thomas, Jay Weathers, Kwadwo Adu Genfi Amponsah, Kwame Abayomi Nunya Kwei-armah


