Lyrics:
Oh, down by the river where the wildflower grow
All the people comin' to a carnival show
Got my little brother Bobby here, so come along
Oh, we gotta
the states
Some more Rocky Balboa Ish going down
Right here [oooh oooh]
Uh uh uh uh uh hey ladies
I wanna take this time to talk
To all my sisters out
had to roam to get here and I'll hitch back
Get a cab to my mother's house
See my old man and grab a six pack
Tell my brother I love him
And give
on the 24th of may
I even used to watch your livestreams every day
My little brother even has your album on replay
I even bought the MAGA bucket hat because
15 put under pressure
First month 27th day
They took away my mother
I was left to be raised by my brother
Taught to be a hustler
Mommy gone
fifteen put under pressure
First month 27th day
They took away my mother
I was left to be raised by my brother
Taught to be a hustler
Mommy gone
when I'm starvin (I'm hungry)
You little chunks of punks that I dunks in my coffee
Get off me, I'm not your softie
But you will cough for your breath
or something fuck
My mouth still kind of tastes grapenuts
Here they come, nope, wasn't them
Seems like the same car's driving by again
It pulls up, "hey man,
the race is on
for all with the ruffneck song
Even though they weren't born in the Caribbean like me
And others that were all brothers there's a lot in
'Cause you are my woman yeah
And I'm proud to be your man
It's you (Yeah, it's always been you)
It's you (Got a brother diggin' you girl)
It's you (ooh,
Lennon too
Set shit off like "Hey, I'm leaving you"
We don't have no portions to divvie up in two
Amoeba like, tiger pelt to a wooden knife
An addendum
segregation
He putting teams together and rounding up families
They pack them up in little trucks one by one they cramming these
People into cages like animals
speaks to ignorance and favors segregation
He putting teams together and rounding up families
They pack them up in little trucks one by one they cramming
the stars been hit by, stars been hit by you
Managing mula
Hey, now managing mula
Managing mula
We'll do around here
Managing mula, managing mula, managing
it off, it never stopped
The only difference is now
I'm eating better slop
Look at your boy mother, employed by brothers
Trying to make sure we all
the bitch tongue
Discovered by little kids in project lobby
Head decapitated, never located the body
Now what the fuck am I supposed to do?
And I just got
in the street
Bullet flies past falls over her feet
Gathered by her brothers come get off the street
For the times are still .hungry for the stench
breathing in me
I gotta thank my step-father for believing in peace
You played your role to a T for that I love you my G
My little brother Remy, you make me
sitting on your shoulder
As you've grown colder
All of these years, yelling in your ear
But you wouldn't hear
You had another plan, too big for little me
spread like phantom
Hey handsome
Na wetin dem go call you if you have some
I'm taking money my nigga the real makeup
So don't give up
From little
winning, so I'm gonna do this
An arrogant grin, with a habit of sinning
Distracted by women, but I wasn't stupid
You know how that game go
Ripping your set,
His little brother always asking, "Where the heck is dad?"
Section-8
Yeah, he remember that
Pull out the gun in his pocket on the right side
Give me
It doesn't take long for the nightmarish news
To sweep the world like a shock wave
The mighty Man of Steel, once the super champion, admired by
On stage rapping (ew)
Ain't shit to me, I'm a rapper that's what I do (hey)
Young Dave snappin' (woo)
The crowd seem to fuck with me and I like
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