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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 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 Letras de canciones'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 From Letras Mania