Lupe Fiasco Ft. Nikki Jean - Madonna (Lyrics)

Verse 1: 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

Tryna’ go to church, church ain’t work

Still want to kill niggas

Try to go work, but work ain’t work

Work ain’t worth all 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 but [?] 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

[Hook: Nikki Jean] Woman should prosper

Lord knows if I said it, it’s gospel (lil mama)

Madonna (donna)

Madonna (donna)

Madonna (donna) (x2)

No man shall touch this

Lord said nobody can fuck wit it (lil mama)

Madonna (donna)

[Bridge: Lupe Fiasco] I be just trying make it (x4)

They be just trying break us (x4)

[Verse 2: 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,push it to the side

Then push it inside of me

[Bridge 2: 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] [Verse 3: 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] [Outro: Lupe Fiasco] (x2)

Mama said my son had been no killer

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