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 |