Immaculate mother of the holy soul
On behalf of the overdose
We come to you uncomfortable in our ways
Please don't slam the door all in my face
[Lupe Fiasco]
Tryna' go to church, church ain't work
Still want to kill niggas
Try to go work, but work ain't work
Work ain't worth all the feel nigga
Really make me feel like a field nigga
Make me feel worse, really tryna' chill
But inside I feel like a steel mill, nigga
And it's hard when these niggas steal mama
What, when you and God gotta mill still mama
Living off a meal deal mama
Can't stunt wit' dem' lil wheels mama
Need a real purse real heels mama
How dem' liquors and them pills feel mama (lil mama)
[Nikki Jean]
Woman should prosper
Lord knows if I said it, it's gospel (lil mama)
Madonna (donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna)
Woman should prosper
Lord knows if I said it, it's gospel (lil mama)
Madonna (donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna)
No man shall touch this
Lord said nobody can fuck wit it (lil mama)
Madonna (donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna)
[Lupe Fiasco]
I be just trying make it
I be just trying make it
I be just trying make it
I be just trying make it
They be just trying break us
They be just trying break us
They be just trying break us
They be just trying break us
[Lupe FIasco]
White T on they shoulders
What drags em all through the streets
In the whips wit' they soldiers
Stations of the police
Trying to stick all this time to me
Trying to stick all these crimes to me
Could you set the time to me
Mama please send a sign to me
What's looking like life?
It's probation and a fire to me
Lawyer said I'd be alright
But I think they be lying to me
They really wanna' throw those lines to me
Put me inna' line put them nines to me
Put me in the sky, pull it to the side
Then push it inside of me
[Lupe Fiasco]
Holy mother of the blessed soul
They don't love you there
They don't love you here
I love you like I'm Mexico
Say: (Santa Maria, Madre de Dios
Ruega por nosotros pecadores
Ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte)
Amen
No man shall touch this
Lord said nobody can fuck wit it (lil mama)
Madonna (donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna)
[Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
No man shall touch this
Lord said nobody can fuck wit it (lil mama)
Madonna (donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna)
[Lupe Fiasco]
They sent em' all to the slaughter
Baby mama, no father
He was hanging round dem murderers
Dem' prostitutes and them robbers
Yeah, them dope fiends in that water
Yeah, wit' angel dust in they nostrils
Yeah, they hit em up wit' that chopper
She was holdin' him in her hands
Just like Stigmata
Yeah, said you gun' live here forever
Salvation and treasure
You gon' live here forever
Yeah, died like Ricky on his mama couch
Right there in his mama house
Only child the holy mama is your mama now
No man shall touch this
Lord said nobody can fuck wit it (lil mama)
Madonna (donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna)
No man shall touch this
Lord said nobody can fuck wit it (lil mama)
Madonna (donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna)
Mama said my son had been no killer
Mama said my son had been no gangster
No drug dealer
No gang member
Mama said my son had been no trouble
Mama said my son had been no trouble
Mama said my son had been no killer
Mama said my son had been no gangster
No drug dealer
No gang member
Mama said my son had been no trouble
Mama said my son had been no trouble
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