God's Promise (feat. Keisha Plum)
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I'm not sorry For all the things I witnessed The things a nigga did do And all the things I didn't Rule number one baby girl Don't ever touch my fitted Standout music by Casso We don't fit in Up on corners They squeezing clips Until they finish I'm so special They call me vintage Looking like Take a picture Looking like circa I put nothing but real niggas In all in my verses You just the audience We were behind the curtain I see my faces in the mirror And I miss Curtis I just felt like for real Heaven never heard us My school buses Had me headed to Hertel Oh on Delavan Avenue Where it was murder Slapped up some killers You never heard of Headed to Miami Beaches Knocking Bitch Named Alberta My bitches my sisters was reading Word Up Magazines unloading reloading magazines 2 X L Don't kill my Vibe You know The Source If you bought it with cash Please bulletproof your Porsche Up under my umbrella Everybody get a fork I'm from the very bottom of New York My nigga meet me at the bottom We were poor Collecting Taking bottles back to the store With P on New Years On 84 steps popping corks Jumped niggas for fun Robbed niggas for sport Before we born We in and out of court Or inside of morgues I got some violent scars Bruised up from silent wars My letters touchdown For some solid ones Beyond the wall I got niggas I love more than life That I can't even call In December I lost NeNe I lost Tisha Hearing all of my heart Pouring out the speakers Took my time painting this Hang it right next to Mona Lisa In the Louvre DaVinci esque But simply Es Kay Home Baby I Rome Let's go see France I may smoke drink and kick it baby I don't dance Maybe two step or two On July 10th I've seen time fly My every word is timeless Get money enjoy your life You know die rich Shorty I'm only alive Because some guys missed Ironically bitches a kill To be my side bitch I come home Buying a whole pie sharing slices If I drove I drive whole pie back Out of state You never had it You missing out And no you wouldn't get it Rule number 2 baby girl Don't ever touch my fitted Certain things f*ck with my anxiety Like walking into the studio And my brothers is arguing Over petty shit Guess that's just life and shit We've been through Foster Care and shit Battle scars From Glenwood and Masten shit As babies we've seen and heard Some crazy shit Guess that's just poverty Buffalo, New York shit Warm cognac to calm my nerves Cousin Sean just came home Fucking shame The time They made him serve Make you wanna love A little harder We've been through it all Feelings ben slaughtered Don't be selfish Don't take your people for granted Think about those seeds That Hattie Mae planted Beautiful pictures she painted
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Written by: Amber Croskery, Taylor Croskery
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