Nikki Jean - Madonna (And Other Mothers in the Hood) lyrics

[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 k** n***as Tried to go work, but work ain't work Work ain't work for the feel n***a Really make me feel like a field n***a Make me feel worse, really tryna' chill But inside I feel like a steel mill, n***a And it's hard when these n***as 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 [Bridge 1: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco] No man shall prosper Lord knows if I said it, it's gospel, lil mama Madonna (na-na-na) No man shall prosper Lord knows if I said it, it's gospel, your momma Madonna (na-na-na) [Hook: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco] No man shall touch this Lord said nobody can f** with, your momma Madonna (na-na-na) [Bridge 2: 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 (Raise your hands up) (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 [Bridge 3: Lupe Fiasco] 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 [Hook] No man shall touch this Lord said nobody can f** with, your momma Madonna (na-na-na) No man shall touch this Lord said nobody can f** with, your momma Madonna (na-na-na) [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] No man shall touch this Lord said nobody can f** with, your momma Madonna (na-na-na) No man shall touch this Lord said nobody can f** with, your momma Madonna (na-na-na) [Outro: Lupe Fiasco] Mama said my son never been no k**er 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 k**er 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