Lyrics:
don't give a flying fat fuck
Yes, I am a sinner, and I drink and do cuss
But like DJ Khaled, I got the keys
To unlock the beast
Extend my reach from down
You live in squalor blue collar bitch
I'm fuckin glad that your father dipped
So he don't got to see his sons a bitch
If my people die in jail I'll
burn me down like candles
I been behind doors and cried, but I wasn't 'posed to tell you
You lookin' for that father figure in me, because he failed
to death son, you ever thought about that?
[Verse 1]
The saga begins
I'm a reflection of the drama within
the ghetto I live in, niggas Moms on crack, Pops
before I drown
His father said, "You gotta live this down to get your crown
You cannot escape the hardships in this life
Trust me son I've given you
Manifesting her imperfections
Shining, virtually blinding
From her son's incandescence
Her herbal essence
Stimulates
When in her presence
I wait
Cause only
a dusty clerk was wiping down the bar
I pointed to the whole foods sign on the door I wasn't sure what they were going for
He said you gotta learn
Nigga, long live 3, stop dissing the bros
If you live by the gun, you gon' die with your gun
I got a Glock, four-five, lil' nigga, don't run
I'm a hot lil'
up our guns,
For the ashes of our fathers and the children of our sons,
For the ashes of our fathers and the children of our sons.
In the dry
tendencies when I made myself a slave
I don't want to live this way so my spirits gonna say
By any means necessary
Malcom X with my fist in the sky
Drum beats
My father in heaven let your name be sanctified Lead us into the wilderness like you did Moses
Set us apart from all this world of wickedness Protect
a prayer for Africa
God the father's love
Can reach down and bless all hearts
From his heav'n above
And when lips are moved by Grace
They so sweetly sing
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand
Why explain the game?
Took a knee
he didn’t ask for
He wasn’t good
None be good
that he all of us
But he deserved
to be treated like a human does
Another father down
birds-eye view
Birds iii view
I see it all like I'm living with God, I know that its odd
But really its a part of the job, a father and son
I can tell they
that's hype
But my stripes, marks me by champ
Check out the bass coming from the power amp
I'm the controller and like the Ayatollah
I used to live in
bout action too
And now he walkin' home from school and then that's when it's cool
Pulled up on the side, rolled down the window, then they said to dude
that you somethin that you not
Boy big chillin while the work is payin off
Something like a sloth
Dro get delivered by drone to the door
Man I ain't got
to help with your decisions
Of when your itching
Yeah being tempted
Food to my spirit holy come alive
Can't live off bread alone
Words from the wise
Place
of everything,
Not handled, greedy handlers
Brought down and destroyed
By their own ways
Liars! Liars! Smoking on pipes.
Dimwit fires
Who Just throw it in
than the Bible
Bigger than preaching
He has the highest title
Believing you came from father ape
Decreases your worth
And reduces you
failed at it
Wanted be closer to you, didn't wanna live a lie
Didn't recognize, you were chasing me the whole time, dang
I can never forget my 2nd birth
County
That was '89, by '92 he was already rowdy
Misunderstood since he crawled out the womb, the only child
And his momma workin' three jobs, one was
Door shut in my face insinuate that I'm getting more
From this life, like Christ the crucifix of my sacrifice
Was my nigga's body bleeding out under
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