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
Tried to go to church, church ain't work
Still want to kill niggas
Tried to go work, but work ain't work
Work ain't work for 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
When you ain’t got, got a meal still mama
Living off a meal deal mama
Can't stunt with them little wheels mama
Need a real purse real heels mama
How them liquors and them pills feel mama, little mama?
Nikki Jean and Lupe Fiasco:
No man shall prosper
Lord knows if I said it, it's gospel
Little mama, Madonna
No man shall prosper
Lord knows if I said it, it's gospel
Your momma, Madonna
No man shall touch this
Lord said nobody can fuck with
Your momma, Madonna
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
(And put your hands behind your head)
White T on they shoulders, what drags 'em off through the streets
In the whip with they soldiers, stations of the police
Trying to stick all this time to me, trying to stick all these crimes to me
Could you just send a dime to me? Mama please send a sign to me
What's looking like life is probation and a fine to me
Lawyer said I'd be alright but I think that he lying to me
They really wanna throw those lines to me
Put me in a line, put the knives to me
Put me in the sky, put it to my side
Then push it inside of me
Holy mother of the blessed soul
They don't love you there, they 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"
Nikki Jean and Lupe Fiasco:
No man shall touch this
Lord said nobody can fuck with
Your momma, Madonna
No man shall touch this
Lord said nobody can fuck with
Your momma, Madonna
Lupe Fiasco:
They sent them all to the slaughter, baby mama, no father
He was hanging round them murderers and them prostitutes and them robbers, yeah
Them dope fiends and that water, yeah
With angel dust in they nostrils, yeah
They hit 'em up with that chopper
She was holdin' him in her hands just like stigmata, yeah
Said you gon' 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's your mama now
Nikki Jean and Lupe Fiasco:
No man shall touch this
Lord said nobody can fuck with
Your momma, Madonna
No man shall touch this
Lord said nobody can fuck with
Your momma, Madonna
Lupe Fiasco:
Mama said, "My son never been no killer"
Mama said, "My son never been no gangster
No drug dealer, no gang member"
Mama said, "My son never been no trouble"
Mama said, "My son never been no trouble"
Mama said, "My son never been no killer"
Mama said, "My son never been no gangster
No drug dealer, no gang member"
Mama said, "My son never been no trouble"
Mama said, "My son never been no trouble"
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