I got brains, it don't matter if I'm handsome
My skills make sure that you don't hold me for ransom
And my father still hoping for a grandson
But every girl that I meet going for the gram son
I love a queen, yeah, I'm talking 'bout a fair one
The type to runs a household when the man runs
Pleas pardon me, sometimes I'm random
It's nice when your father tells you that you're the man son
Keep moving, struggling to catch up
On the real, yeah you boys make me crack up
You make bad choices and call it bad luck
And your excuse is you're too young to man up
Yeah, nothing comes easy but I gotta get it
Life is a box of chocolates to a diabetic
So in your dancing shoes, look alive with it
If you got good energy then I can vibe with it
Mama say God don't like your ugly
Hold my hand forget your worries
Mama say God don't like your ugly
Hold my hand forget your worries
Mama say God don't like your ugly
Stop being the couple that fights in public
Yeah I felt some joy that you can't take from me
Crack the champagne 'cause I feel so bubbly
Dance to the beat don't dance around the truth
Spring in my step so I bounce when I move
Understand, there's no me without you
There's love both ways so it's you that I choose
They say money running the country
What happens when a hunny is hungry
Falls for a dude whose pockets is chunky
Careful baby, you don't want a Sandile Mantsoe
All this trouble just for VIP
Ain't the police but baby let me see ID
Rest in peace to Pac and BIG
Tell them to tell Steve Biko we are free
Mama say God don't like your ugly
Hold my hand forget your worries
Mama say God don't like your ugly
Hold my hand forget your worries
Mama say God don't like your ugly
Hold my hand forget your worries
Mama say God don't like your ugly
Hold my hand forget your worries