Lyrics:
and yesterday
I shut my eyes a second ago
And I was only eight years old
Lying on my back in the sun
Listening to the sound of children playing
And I
sides of old blind horses hides
We had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs
And six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We
Atlanta
Where the off duty officer
Emptied his gun
Into the body
Of this 18 year old teenager
Same age as my brother
I'm scared for Papa
He is a black boy
bar can't find him nowhere
Steadily you work flow, heavily you know so you nah stop
No time no time fi a jeer
Now she gotta a six year old
Trying
no time for ya dear
Now she got a six-year-old
Trying to keep him warm
Trying to keep out the cold
When he looks in her eyes
He don't know he is
find him nowhere
Steadily you work flow, everything you know
You know say you nuh stop the time fi a jear
Now she got a six-year-old
Trying to keep him
on her 5 year old phone
Messy hair, ew, go to a salon
Same nails as 6 years ago
Lati fucking flopped
Telling people to die
Then she fucks with Urat
Lati K
Backing y'all with six, since I was sixteen
Lifestyle with the bottles
Taking change over me drunk to the fullest
No fears of faints, faded enough
To count
She was sober for over 30 years
Haunted by a lifetime of regrets
She led me to a willow tree and said this is where I go
When I’m thirsty for another
tonight
I know I'll be home
The year was nineteen forty one
I was eight years old and
Far far too young
To know that the stories
Of battles
28 year old vet & hero he home from Afghanistan
Military gave em money and he trained to kill a man
Seen a lil bit of death from the hands
on white
Put the love and love
I'm blunted up, blastin' inside the strip club
Shorty wop, fifteen year old, all she needed was love
And mo' dough so she
Got 6 shots numbers strait
Crank bout 38
Big boys trippin' on me tryin' to nigga hate
This 17 year old Tony Montana type
ain't never did
About to be forty-six years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your shit (ugh)
Mad
breaking like Taco's self-esteem in a thin chair
Old Navy bitches love this gap, yeah this grin's rare
Watch a nigga smile like five-year-old child
I'm
to help me
Even when you were born
You were six weeks old, this one is not even Africa, it's this nation
I was on the streets for three years
I have
sister Dove
Twenty-two years in societies plan
Canceled at the swing of her dear mothers hand
Six hours later we hit Cincinnati
Yawning she woke
about the days of old
Verse 2:
Well, my grandpappy got me a guitar when I was six
and I didn't know a single chord, but I still strummed away
and many,
twenty-three million miles
The other six I set the crucifix
Because the heart of the problem is this
Preacher got my Old Earth putting money in the pan
For
Manifestin' thought with my infinite styles
Making sure this travels, twenty-three million miles
The other six I set the crucifix
Because the heart
We had a an old pickup truck, he said it's your turn to drive
I was 6 years old, he said you're gonna do fine
I slowly put in gear, pulled off
beam
People was too afraid to stick him up
Because he had the most notorious brothers to come and pick him up
When I reached ten years old
I
Now bein' six years old, I had seen some trains before
So it's hard to figure out what I'm at the depot for
Trains are big and black and smokin'
Feeling six years old
When they call your name I won't even know
If you’re there
In New Mexico
As she walked from the bedroom I
Couldn’t seem to hide that I
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