Lyrics:
a teacher
To mention this feature
Said “Listen, son,
You're bright,
With frightful intentions
Much like Attila the Hun.”
I couldn't blame her
The sixties had
hijack a plane!
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
My son said, Daddy, I don't wanna go to school
Cause
You'd better run that by again
And this time try the truth
And you'll be better off my friend
No that dog won't hunt
I don't believe a single word you
niggas my sons, I'm feelin' fatherly (uh-huh)
Respect it more than your father, boy, you should honor me (woo)
Well, fuck your father, I would take my
Alright, I just don't know
It just one of them vibes I'm in right now
I kept it real with you
I'm in Miami right now, I'm in Miami
I'm sick
dicing
Country boy born to kill
[Chorus: x2]
A demon spawn
The child of a bastard son
Seven born of seven and the
Seventh child fathered one
snakes and fish crawl
Young bully told a boy he couldn't play kick ball
Never think small or risk all, skip all pit falls
Evolve
Think dense six sense miss
choppin, dicing
Country boy born to kill
[Chorus 2x]
A demon spawn
The child of a bastard son
Seven born of seven and the
Seventh child fathered one
Your mama
Sweet as California
Like a sunset down in Georgia
Boy, she sure is gorgeous, ain't she son?
Your mama
Got the patience of an angel
불덩이라도 넌 단지 들러리라고
So better study my flow
니들이 내껄 너꺼인 척 해도 I don't care
Because 난 그럼 내가 입던 옷을 바로 change
Hiphop a la future. 내 목소리는
비트의 스키니진, fucker,
turned up their noses
Are swallowing their words and eating their hats.
Where do you get your ideas from?
Are you inspired by all manner of things?
Do you
Growing up in the hood, yea boy
1984, was the year my peers didn't know, what was in store
A little hard head kid came abade
Time to pay my dues, learn
Eh Eh. What you teaching? Professional speaking
What dem leaking?
Em boy de dis? you know say, es sosa
I'm Bots Dynasty running C.M. Family
Digi,
Let me kick it off with a little bit of finesse
Starting from the moon and ya boy ain't missing the net
I could fill the stands with all of my old
that I'm in
I can balance every aspect of my Chakra and Zen
I'm a product of a sin
And I'm the son of revenge
I'm a product of a fall off
And return from
wrong
So mothers turn around and turn they backs on
Sons you remind me of your daddy
Ironic
All my niggas was raised by they mommy
I grew up in a city
It’s too late to say you love me
Your actions speak louder than words
You belong to the whole damn world
Na baby
Please don’t try to say you love
coming in by the dozen
If you tryna rob, boy, please don't try it
The shit just might get ugly
I'm going up, and I got 'em like
"Fuck it"
She see the gang
Think I'm slippin' when I'm out of town
They don't know the shooters all around
Told my momma I'mma make her proud
Then I went and told my bitch
suck my dick
Real fucking shit, give a fuck about a bitch
I ain't got no time to waste
I'm out here to get rich, uh
Don't disrespect my game, son
Taking
Sunday afternoon helping mom in the kitchen
I had went to hoop but I forgot to do the dishes
Told me you won't understand son until you get a pension
your sister but your mama don't know
Woe, is me, shame and scandal in the family
Woe, is me, shame and scandal in the family
A week went by
and ignorance, man.
Yeah
Niggas got me stressed, man
Oh, just burn a spliff don't worry about that
In my pink cadi, I have a ?
Uncle sam arms men to kill
goin' under
My son said, Daddy, I don't wanna go to school
Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I
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