Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gangsta, artist - Kojey Radical. Date of issue: 03.03.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gangsta |
| 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 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 |
| '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 |
| 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 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» |
| '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 |
| 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 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 |
| 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 |