Mama Knows - The Game, Nelly Furtado

Mama told me she go today for them niggas

But my grandmother told me that she would pray for them niggas

They just young, black and ignorant, lusting over models and them Benjamins

Got the game twisted like (Like what?) Licorice

When I was rocking lottos, moving packs up out McDonalds

She was looking for me, pulled up in that old El Dorado

I was running around with chicks, chasing new black wheels

Why would I do that still?

That’s what got 2Pac killed

But I use that steel, cause I will do that deal

Screw the muzzle in potatoes of that new Mac Mill

What did I learn?

Nothing, my pops smoking sherm, bluffin'

Beating on my moms like her head was a percussion

Tap tap, my .45 knocking on your window

She said it would be days like this, Pharrell, drop the instrumental

(Yessir)

I know I must go

And I don’t know my way

Still somehow I know I’ll end up

Where we all came from (From my mama’s womb)

I know I must go

And I don’t know my way

Still somehow I know I’ll end up

Where we all came from (From my mama’s womb)

I know

Swisher, crack a fifth up, Hennessy pouring like Niagara Falls

Used to watch Magic, he showed me how to ball

Moms working late night, to get our plate right

Had some older brothers, all we did was smoke and play fight

Wish I could go back to them days cause streets don’t play right

Some niggas hard, other niggas was the Kid N Play type

But that ain’t stop me pretending I was Apollo from Rocky

Working on my dip-game, now nobody wanna box me

Pick and choose, stick and move

So many dudes ended up with sleeping bags on late-night news

But not my mama’s son, known around the hood for serving customers

She yapping in my ear, but it’s louder than the muffler

But I didn’t listen to, wish I would’ve trusted her

Wish I had a shovel, be digging both of my brothers up

Like, «Here hug em, ma, one last time»

Put a chain on both of them niggas, they get one last shine

I know I must go

And I don’t know my way

Still somehow I know I’ll end up

Where we all came from (From my mama’s womb)

I know I must go

And I don’t know my way

Still somehow I know I’ll end up

Where we all came from (From my mama’s womb)

I know

Put your Glock down, recognize a king cause it’s my town

Word to my mother, you can throw up your rock now

Got off the beef shit cause I ain’t tryna see my mama in all-black

Right there, crying over hard facts

Now she gotta turn in all her cars and get her house back, never!

She carried me for 9 months, so she can have whatever

Clever, she taught me how to shoot Berettas

Told me that I’d be a king, so R.I.P.

to Coretta

If you don’t understand that, then refer to my letter

While I sprinkle niggas with platinum from my last album

Got the check, so I signed on the X like Malcolm

Riding through the hood, you hating niggas like «How come

That niggas Game got it?

Heard he selling talcum»

Either way, playboy, check it, this is the outcome

You might not like it, but my mama psychic

Why you niggas twisted like the top of a Sidekick?

(Played out)

I know I must go

And I don’t know my way

Still somehow I know I’ll end up

Where we all came from (From my mama’s womb)

I know I must go

And I don’t know my way

Still somehow I know I’ll end up

Where we all came from (From my mama’s womb)

I know