Mama Knows Best ft. Jai Emm Lyrics

Golly

Yuh

The devil finds work for idle hands

That's something that my mother used to say back in the day

But back then, I didn't understand

I hit the ground running

Her first son is about to be a man

But something's coming

I can't see it, my mom can

These streets so damn cold blooded

That they might swallow you whole

You know what I don't understand?

If Darrell kills Andre, Darell gets knocked

But cops caught on cam can kill a nigga just for being a nigga

And it's the nigga they brand as some sort of cold-hearted killer

A nigga

I remember

I remember

I remember

Remember when I said it was all in your head?

I'm feeling weak in the knees, Up the legs

From running from the blue & the red

Whatever you do, don't come home dead

Whatever you do, don't come home dead

Whatever you do, don't come home dead

Whatever you do, don't come home dead

That's what my mama said

She said "You know ya play too much

Wine and complain too much

Think life's a game. huh?

Until you lose then you'll want change but

We don't see arcades too much

It was always this way

Ain't a damn thing changed"

We was on the city bus looking out

Looking out the window

At somebody being locked up

We had free tokens, who could stop us?

We were sleep walking til a shot a bust

And our eyes opened

They got us, we all fucked up

Working twice as hard to get half?

I don't want no parts of that, I'll pass

That's when my homeboy pulled up in a jag

With them things in a bag

And they capped his ass

God damn

Remember when I said it was all in your head?

I'm feeling weak in the knees, up the legs

From running from the blue & the red

Whatever you do, don't come home dead

Whatever you do, don't come home dead

Whatever you do, don't come home dead

Whatever you do, don't come home dead

That's what my mama said

God damn it, she locked the

Yo, she re-she really locked me out?

Mom!

Niggas is dying

I'd hate to be so blunt but I would be lying

If I said the hunt wasn't after me

I am the King of the jungle, hand plucked from Zion

So Police keep they eye on me

In the hood just to spy on me, pry on me

The cop shot the kid, his mama cry on me

I think about if I was him, how they would lie on me

Pictures of me in a hoodie, not a tie on me

I asked my mama why'd she come to the States

Jamaica to Canada, she already displaced

She said that black boys were meeting too many fates

And the boys in blue were always beating the case

And plus she knew about the NAACP and shit

And thought the states were the place to be

A place to raise black boys to be black men

But the whole world hates black skin

I sing again

Remember when I said it was all in your head?

I'm feeling weak in the knees, up the legs

From running from the blue & the red

Whatever you do, don't come home dead

Whatever you do, don't come home dead

That's what my mama said

Whatever you do, don't come home dead

Whatever you do, don't come home dead

Whatever you do, don't come home dead

That's what my mama said

Put your hands behind your head

Is everything alright, officer? I-I live right here

We got a call about a disturbance in the area

Oh ok, uh, I got my ID right here

I can show you my ID. I live right here

You want to tell me what you're doing in front of this house?

Oh, look I got- I got my ID right here... I...

Put your hands behind your head

No, officer. I'm just reaching for my ID. I- I live right here

Put your hands behind your head! What are you reaching for?

(Gun shot)

Mama knows best

Mama knows, Mama knows

Mama knows best

Mama knows, Mama knows

Mama knows best

Mama knows, Mama knows

Mama knows best

Mama knows, Mama knows