Lupe Fiasco, Nikki Jean — Madonna (And Other Mothers In The Hood)

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[Produced by DJ Dahi]

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
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

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
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 (what)
When you ain’t got, got a meal still mama
Living off a meal deal mama
Can’t stunt with them lil wheels mama
Need a real purse, real heels mama
How dem liquors and them pills feel mama? Lil mama

[Pre-Hook: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
No man shall prosper
Lord knows if I said it, it’s gospel, lil mama
Madonna (donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna)
No man shall prosper
Lord knows if I said it, it’s gospel, your momma
Madonna (donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna)
[Hook: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
No man shall touch this
Lord said nobody can fuck with, your momma
Madonna (donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna)

[Post-Hook: 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
Interlace your fingers, and put your hands behind your head

[Verse 2: Lupe FIasco]
White T on they shoulders, what drags em off through the streets
In the whip 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 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 yeah
Santa Maria, Madre de Dios, ruega por nosotros pecadores
Ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte, amen
[Hook: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
No man shall touch this
Lord said nobody can fuck with, your momma
Madonna (donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna)
No man shall touch this
Lord said nobody can fuck with, your momma
Madonna (donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna)

[Verse 3: 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
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 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

[Hook: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
No man shall touch this
Lord said nobody can fuck with, your momma
Madonna (donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna)
No man shall touch this
Lord said nobody can fuck with, your momma
Madonna (donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna)
[Outro: 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»