Lyrics:
*Chorus*
Now why dey wanna see me dead niggas put prices on my head now I got to
Rottwielers by my bed
*Verse 1*
Niggas afraid to see a Gambino
folks ain't
Growin' they on they tiptoes
And regression's progression for people who
Ain't got no wisdom
And a Father called these babblin'
Prophets
the paper
Wintertime, drop the top, flex on all the haters
I'm in love with diamond chains, fuck a wedding ring
Love to spoil myself, I by myself
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
I dreamed about them cotton fields of home
I dreamed about my mother, dear old pappy, sister and brother
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
I dreamed about them cotton fields of home
I dreamed about my mother, dear old pappy, sister and brother
While resting the other evening by the side of the road
I saw an old farmer in the field that he just hold
His face was all brown and wrinkled by
the Ph love watin' rinchels
Cause they doughnuts
They go nuts for a dozen
Shut up they spot, me and my baby cousin
It seems they were slippin' by
And we
prolly got these rappers passin fray
Look, New York you gotta feel me I
Was at the Rock The Mic tour
Barely old enough to hear it
Man and standin' next
Old folks scream, "Stop the violence"
True, layin' up, yo, watchin' these crack niggas
Play enough crap games for what?
See back in days, crime pays
Old folks scream, "Stop the violence"
True, layin' up, yo, watchin' these crack niggas
Play enough crap games for what?
See back in days, crime pays
gonna pass you by
I got an old V-8 from the year I was born
Don't look like much, just a flat black Ford
came up in the city
Where we don't know folk
'Til my soul go cold
I'mma tell 'em that they just don't know
(They'll never take me alive)
I'mma tell 'em
I had some words with her old man
When I asked him for her hand
'Cause eye to eye, you know, we never could see
Now we're off and we're on our own
I dreamed about my mother dear old papa sister and brother
And I dreamed about the girl that's been waiting for so long
I wanna go home I wanna go
of state plates
I said dad did we know those folks
As they waved and drove out of sight
He just smiled as he started the car
He said son not 'til tonight
When it comes to women, ma I live by these two principles
Never let no half wit have my heart, and never trust em hoes
But you, you're something
listen
You told me that's the old me and I have been forgiven
cnd most the time I know that but sometimes I'll be forgettin
Forgive me Lord forgive me
switches
Fuck 12 don't leave em a witness
His homies screaming "Get up"
His bitches screaming "Get down"
They never seen that much red
New pack we smoke by
Muhammad will forever speak
Greet brothers with handshakes in ghetto landscapes
Where a man is determined by how much a man make
Cop Cognacs and spit old
and then
I sort of fell in to my own
Kind of felt at home when behind a microphone
But on the bus ride home, that didn't mean a thing
Harassed by thugs,
where did it go?
What happened to my folks?
Beauty bought by empty core
Loving what you're done
I can't understand, why we come home sweat
And place
crucified me,
Left me all alone
I never should have turned my back on
The old folks back home
Give me that Church of the Holy Spook
Church of the Holy
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
Yeah, here comes Amos
Now Amos Moses was a Cajun
He lived by himself in the swamp
He hunted alligator for a living
He'd just knock them in
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