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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
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 is still in love with her
But not in love with love
Didn't get it 'til I got it
Probably where I got it from
I dot my I's and cross my T's
But in thе streets I'm troublesome
Did my best to keep it low kеy
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
'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
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 (that's every day, that's every day)
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
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 healin' first
Moonwalkin' through the fire, a generational curse
My son gettin' big, he gettin' tall, get gettin' handsome
If he got my pen, I'm bettin' he goin' platinum
No good at the lullabies, I'm better when I rap to him
Wishin' 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"
'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
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 (that's every day, that's every day)
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
I think my momma was a gangsta (I think my momma was a gangsta)
I think my daddy was a Rolling Stone (yeah)
I was looking for some answers (yeah, yeah)
While forgetting there was rice at home (ah)
That's every day, that's every day with it, yeah (that's every day, that's every day)
And every night that she would pray for me, yeah (every night)
Tell the devil, "Keep away from me", yeah (devil, keep away from me)
"Feed my soul and fix a plate for me", yeah (fix a plate, fix a plate)
Go, go momma
Go momma
Go, go, go momma
Go, go, go momma
Go, go, go
Get it, get it, get it
Hey, hey, get it, get it, hey
Go, go momma
Go momma
Go, go, go momma
Go, go, go momma
Go, go, go
Get it, get it, get it
Hey, hey, get it, get it, hey
(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)
Writer(s): Jay Weathers, Kwame Abayomi Nunya Kwei-armah, Ed Thomas, Cameron Lewis Palmer, Kwadwo Adu Genfi Amponsah
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