Lyrics:
thuggin
Turned out by the streets
We third world livin in my city
Our children turned killers
Got the eyes of a murderer
And they couldn't be littlier
Young
Suppose people can't really think on their feet
Or social distance when they work in the street,
Truth is you're never free
Starve or get taken by covid-19
don’t know you, we’ll show you
Said they find them slumped over
Bag of bad bitch weed next to him
Die like he lived it
Nothing short of greatness how I
Tangled up in blue
I lived with them on Montague Street
In a basement down the stairs
There was music in the cafés at night
And revolution in the air
a Lincoln on hold
OG by the O, shit my mans and 'dem grow
On the low he blend in think he regular joe
He the plug
Pump so much bass I need another sub
Ask
Ooh, yeah-yeah (Hesi' turn that heat up, nigga)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Down on my dick when I ain't had nothin'
Raised by the streets
night she lived then couple shots or hit the 'caine
Wake up in the morning, can't remember anything
a few weeks later they told me "she got pregnant with
under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they just don't care
I can't take the smell, can't take the noise
Got no money
under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they just don't care
I can't take the smell, can't take the noise
Got no money
Tangled up in blue
I lived with them on Montague Street
In a basement down the stairs
There was music in the cafés at night
And revolution in the air
received became more and more frequent
to the point where I would ask my father "Am I the
orphaned son you would never need"?
But oddly enough I worshipped
they decide
I'm a scumbag
Well I don't mind
Here's where we divide
See things from different sides
Seen in different times
Lived in my own life
Lived
like me I'm lost in this strange land
Inspired by the western world
My people envy the white man
Too much chaos for your mind
Only the streets could
of Germany
Does your daily life change as of now do you think
No
Look where do I start
As a kid I thought more people would have care in their hearts
But
the wisdom
Immigrants crucified by conservative Christians
Now we all got freedom to die in the street
But the difference is more of us die in a week
Than they
This is a story about a lonely, lonely man
He lived in a lonely house, on a lonely street
In a lonely part of the world
But, of course, he had
and virtue
Pious kings birthed from gutter streets where fiends will murk you
Immersed with burdens representing Maslow's hierarchical needs
Food, sex, water
keep my hands clean
(Ten thirty five) I needed a vacation
It's a ten thirty five
Not the time but the code
Shot by a gun and, he lived by a sword
They
I been trynna teach em how to trap but they ain't been listening
Speaking on a game that they don't know
Like play by play from the trap via Sal
upon a time into the past we depart
Far far away in a foreign town
Lived the people of the dark with no light around
Where do we start, where do we start
been poppin my collar
Three Six Mafia, hang with a few niggas or my Project Patna
Ain't have no father but won't even say i'm raised by the streets
My
like they were facts
Paint it black
Men women children as well
If you don’t worship god then you’re going to hell
Always had to take it one step
T you end up in the harbour
Inevitably, I'm one of the better MCs
Tentatively they stepping to me
Separated by at least seven degrees
Heaven decrees I got
me on my knees everynight lord protect my soul eyy they wann me gonn they know exactly where i stay i heared em talk behind my back all i did was sit
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