Lyrics:
I have a tale to tell
I was three feet from the floor, gasping for air
Trying to release my fathers hands from my throat
I looked into his eyes
his stomach
Kings honor kings, straight from my pops to my son's shit
Steak tartare bloody, mercury levels from raw fish
Sushi for lunch, waiter
there ain't too many there
And they all gotta eat, they got too many kids
To many kids with no fathers, doing too many bids
Too many bids, just gave
please don't forget it
Now we rollin with 3
Father, Son, Holy Spirit
Thank you Lord for sending your son (Yeah Yeah Yea)
Hallelujah Jesus Christ is
sitting in that hall by the kitchen
Rocket up that second flight, I'm a man on a mission
Her door open, seen my sister in the fetal position
Now nothing was
fought
So I could someday live forever
In a galaxy far far away sent down UFOs to change the time
Priest of Scientology
Spy in the C I A Central
out what the meaning of life is
October 3rd, '75, my birth is a blessing
Ain't no spoken word could ever describe how the flow get better
I live
of religions killing hand
Led into the promised land
Like father, son and brother
Dying for the honor
Hate burns in their hearts, their lives are torn
won’t be defeated by anyone who tries
Rhea my sister and wife
Every newborn son
will be devoured by me
I won’t make the same mistake of my father
Who
you were a character. In that picture. And someone explained to you. The three dimensional world that you live in. As a two dimensional creature. It
Authority, Living Like Robert Horry Be
7 Rings On & I’m Married To The Tree (Yea-Yea)
It Goes 1 For The Holy, 2 For The Down Bi$$h
3 For The 40 & 4 For
call
From my son but it was the police on the other end
Sayin to come meet
My son was holding a paint gun right next to Elm street
And the police beat
and poor and blind and naked
Without hope and in great need
I counsel you to buy from Me gold
That has been heated red hot and refined by fire
So that you
Oh, hell naw, bruh, cause when I say I get tougher by the L,
They probably think I'm just saying that shit just to say that shit
But I really mean
Crime, life, bitches, money, time
For my Braveheart's, my Braveheart's
Uh, uh, uh, what, what, what?
One time, two times
From 'Breaking Atoms'
?? chase then I will play
Around with sound put down for the rhymes I say
Beats flow from Joe and never stop
Better get yourself together let's rock,
the cause, yeah my son
Soon to be 3, tried to fill his bottle then run
Then I got a collect call, heard niggas down the block is fighting
Some nigga got,
was made
To live my life of mistakes
And I can't
Tell me what I gotta do
To get an answer from above
Is it trust
Than I'm fucked
I've lost so much I
digga, kick a hole through your front door
Nigga, don't try to fight it, give it up, let it go.
Chorus:
Follow my lead huh, do as I say not as I do. (x3
from the Land, nigga never ran. Muthafuckas out to get me.
They don't understand it's the number one nigga out with a
nation of niggas down to put it
the time
And we'll stay in the ocean, ocean
Lone survivor of sons and daughters that were eaten by predators
Couldn't be protected too much by their father
again
I just live my truth and they can’t stop me from tellin’ it
I thought I’d be popping by now, thought that I would blow up
Throwback, on my Bubble
my money is legit now
This the way we choose to live now
Nigga listen to that Benz
Mashing that accelerator like a nigga racing
Push the limit while
you're here but you just happened not to live
Where I'm from Njay's got it tatted in his skin
Bigger place, River Stage
Same thing different day
In need
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