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 'til 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
(That's every day, that's every day) 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, he 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, "Forgiveness is 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
(That's every day, that's every day) yeah
And every night that she would pray for me
(And every night and every day) 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 (ayy)
I was looking for some answers (ayy, yeah)
While forgetting there was rice at home (ahh)
That's every day, that's every day with it
(That's every day, that's every day) yeah
And every night that she would pray for me, yeah
Tell the Devil keep away from me, yeah (tell the Devil keep away)
Feed my soul and fix a plate for me
(Fix a plat, yeah, fix a plate) yeah

(Go, go, go mamma, it's your-)
(Go mamma, go, go)
(Go mamma, go, go)
(Go mamma, go, go)
(Go, work it)
(Work it on the floor)

(Ba-ba, ba-di-yah)
(Ba-ba, ba-di-yah)
(Ba-ba, ba-di-yah)
(Ba-ba, ba-di-yah)
(Ba-ba, ba-di-yah)
(Go, go mamma, it's your-)
(Go mamma, go, go)
(Go mamma, go, go) (ba-ba, ba-di-yah)
(Go mamma, go, go)
(Go, work it) (ba-ba, ba-di-yah)
(Work it on the floor)
(Ba-ba, ba-di-yah)

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

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Writer(s): Cameron Palmer, Ed Thomas, Jay Weathers, Kwadwo Amponsah, Kwame Kwei Armah