Lyrics:
be
Is already written
Before i wrote these lines
Protect and love each other
Through these bloody
Family ties
Yea
Family ties
See there's just a girl that's dreaming
She doesn't even think he's listening
He thinks about it every time she walks by
She always stops and stares,
by the withdrawal
Depression and fatigue were first
But insanity only made it worse
Feeling like he had been cursed
Wishing he was dead or in a hearse
smoke that emotional misuse
Misuse, baby u causing issues
Just know you already mine
If i see you with other guys
Bill em up get high
I spit on her clit
family was feelin' knowin' the situation
LeBron got his fourth ring, you gotta respect his shit
He was tired of hearin' y'all talkin' all that Kawhi
These pussy niggas be talkin'
I swear to God I'll blast 'em
Show them that I'm forreal, man I be ball
Look at that fake ass chain look like
He got it from
respect for myself
Didn't wanna run up statistics
We already misfits
Don't make it hard for yourself
Trip back to back yard
So my yoot dem learn of di
grandfather was lying wounded in the leg. He’d been wounded by one of our own lads who’d mistaken him for a German when Grandfather had come hobbling out
there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passin' by in a stroller remindin'
he hands me the ketchup
And now we're finally drivin' away
And the food is drivin' me mad
With its intoxicating bouquet
I'm starvin' to death
By
of oppression
And add to the sacred hoop
Cause all this destruction your attempting to do
Has already been done by others before you
It's nothing new
Even under
crow
When he needs the same: "Oops, gotta go
He's so passionate about so many things that he sees
That he'd rather write rhymes instead of beg and plead
daddy's on his way
To begin his lecture on the puppet souls
He sees them after school on a Sunday
Four-squared eyes hooked
To silver-screens every Friday
the flickering of light between the
tree trunks. Approaching, he sees an old man sitting calmly by a fire, as
if waiting for him. His left eye missing. His beard
bangin', one day, he might take his spot
Five years old and he taught him how to aim a Glock, uh
"Use that bitch to protect your family," that's what he
heard her talk about her family ever, uh-uh
He was all that she had
Until they had an argument and he stopped calling her back
And I don't know if
Well I'll be damned if I let another man walk on me
The bottom of these double H's will be the last thing he sees
I'm tired of all these pretty
you (HA-HA-HA-HA)
Maybe it's because he's threatened by my walk and talk
When it'll debut, ensue, and even impact you
This is a war, not just a battle
Telling anyone who'll listen that this is Chelsea's year
Or at home on the app, sees his winnings coming in
as he grins and thinks the bookies have been
my papa and my mama and me
The clock strikes three and papa jumps to his feet
Already mama's cooking papa something to eat
At half past, papa he's
around
Doesn't speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound, the sound
Cattle in the marketplace
has one eye
He lost it back in thirty-nine
Insuring his life thereby
He married young in forty-four
He fathered the following children
The by Davis,
it's gonna come for you)
Dead souls, nigga, this for Wally, Eazy sees Uncle Charlie
Little boo, God's got him and I'm gonna miss everybody
I don't
never talk when they around him cus that nigga to busy reading
Everybody gave up on him one by one he just want to know who else leaving
They smoking
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