| I think my momma was a gangsta
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| I think my daddy was a rolling stone
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| I was looking for some answers
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| While forgetting there was rice at home
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| That’s every day, that’s every day with it, yeah
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| And every night that she would pray for me, yeah
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| Tell the devil keep away from me, yeah
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| Feed my soul and fix a plate for me, yeah
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| I think my momma was a hustler
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| And had to double up
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| Felt the love when she was tough with us
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| I had to toughen up
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| Think my daddy still in love with her
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| But not in love with love
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| Didn’t get it till I got it
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| Probably where I got it from
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| I dot my i’s and cross my t’s
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| But in the streets I’m troublesome
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| Did my best to keep it low key
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| But my momma worrisome
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| I worry too
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| I worry, worry when the trouble follow us
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| When I was scared, she gave me hugs
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| But knew she couldn’t coddle us
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| 'Cause it gets scary in this wild, wild world
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| Wild, wild world
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| But it’s all I know
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| My momma told me that this life get cold
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| Life get cold
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| But it still goes on
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| I think my momma was a gangsta
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| I think my daddy was a rolling stone
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| I was looking for some answers
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| While forgetting there was rice at home
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| That’s every day, that’s every day with it, yeah
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| And every night that she would pray for me, yeah
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| Tell the devil keep away from me, yeah
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| Feed my soul and fix a plate for me, yeah
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| My son mother was a hustler, forever proud of her
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| Wrote a book and raised a king
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| Fuck whoever doubted her
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| Did our best to do our best
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| Even when it didn’t work
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| Lord knows I ain’t perfect and I caused a lot of hurt
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| I could blame it on my trauma, but I put my healing first
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| Moonwalking through the fire, a generational curse
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| My son getting big, he getting tall, get getting handsome
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| If he got my pen, I’m betting he going platinum
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| No good at the lullabies, I’m better when I rap to him
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| Wishing I could call my dad, just so I could chat to him
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| Maybe it’s a culture thing
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| Wonder what the answer was
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| My momma said, «Forgive misses
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| Go handle your businesses»
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| 'Cause it gets scary in this wild, wild world
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| Wild, wild world
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| But it’s all I know
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| My momma told me that this life get cold
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| Life get cold
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| But it still goes on
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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
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| I think my momma was a gangsta
|
| I think my daddy was a rolling stone
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| I was looking for some answers
|
| While forgetting there was rice at home
|
| That’s every day, that’s every day with it, yeah
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| And every night that she would pray for me, yeah
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| Tell the devil keep away from me, yeah
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| Feed my soul and fix a plate for me, yeah
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| You’re doing very well
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| I’m so proud of you, what you are doing
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| Very, very well
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| You can’t do any more than what you are doing |