Lupe Fiasco - Madonna lyrics
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 k** n***as Try to go work, but work ain't work Work ain't worth all 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 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) [Hook] No man shall touch this Lord said nobody can f** 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 [Hook] No man shall touch this Lord said nobody can f** wit it (lil mama) Madonna (donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna) [Hook: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco] No man shall touch this Lord said nobody can f** 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 [Hook] No man shall touch this Lord said nobody can f** wit it (lil mama) Madonna (donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna) No man shall touch this Lord said nobody can f** wit it (lil mama) Madonna (donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna) [Outro] Mama said my son had been no k**er 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 k**er 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