Lyrics:
told you twice before but I'll say it one more time
You do your thing Homes but I'm gonna do mine
[Chorus: x2]
Look at all this rumors
Started by
on the yard
Or tryin' get that dollar on some shitty ass job
Imagine Biggie with his son
Imagine Pac gettin' call pop 'bout one
Imagine a mother struglin',
Will they finally see the damage they have done
but its all too late the trial has failed
The mother has awaken to reset corruption
Deceived by
close by
It’s more vivid the image embedded in my mind
I look around and really I see a fake smile
No time, when the tickets down
My rolex style don’t
more time
You do your thing Homes but I'm gonna do mine
[Chorus: x2]
Look at all this rumors
Started by jealous people
And basically that's what
Hook
Dance with me, and you’ll dance with death
A mother’s caring, A family’ debt
Lost support, lost – afloat
on a sea that bled, on glass I tread
I
Forty two up in my styrofoam
Overthinking got my mind going
Pray this life don't make me crash out
Two hundred miles on the dash
Took a couple l's in
of having a wife
To be like an exchangers
I love you my mother
With all my heart
I love you my father
You are a star
Hey my feelings, please tell me what
is waiting for me
But say wait a minute
Ill always remember to smoke one down in STB
Think it's cool to judge me
By the shoes that I wear
I look unto
Mothers who had raised a son so well
Talking outlawed, long hair loners and stoners
Singing about to come back home and
Most likely too far gone to get
defendin' what's mine are you defendin' what's yours
Was born in O Two when I was a baby I was thinkin' my family sweet
Nah
Little I knew I was born in
to play, I would appreciate it
If you don't listen to me for the next two and a half minutes alright?
Shut the fuck up
bigger than yours
Plus ain't not more coppin out
You either ridin or tellin, if you ride then you ride forever
Born the son of a straight killa
Raised by
I can take
All I know is I can't let the hate stop me now
You prolly skipped the song by now I bet
I ain't tryna cause problems
But chu niggas need
the days I wore FUBU
Having beaucoup dreams, deuce-deuce in jeans, my nigga
Now, I'ma end your career in two sixteens, my niggas
If he the God's son, then I
my song
Brain damage
Way before my baby daughter Hailey
I was harassed daily by this fat kid named D'Angelo Bailey
An eighth grader who acted
this planet full of aliens and we get captured?
Don't think that way my son
Everything gon' be fine, we finna have some fun
And if by chance we do
Tapping out cause I want to, cause I know you're by my side
Spacing out down these dark streets, losing minutes as the days go by
And I keep a chain
to be diamond
No success as of late but that won't stop me from trying
Made the wave that you ridding I'm the son of Poseidon
Drip god Percy with a happy
Don't act surprised boy I murder shit for fun
Talk beneath ill cut your tongue beheading all my sons
Niggas hate while you down inside they feel like bums
and ambulances take you away
That ain't love, it's hate, think of all the mothers at wakes
Whose sons you killed and you ain't got a cut on your face?
Unmarked
it's hate, think of all the mothers at wakes
Whose sons you killed, and you ain't got a cut on your face?
Unmarked police cars roam the streets hard,
Christmas day two years later
Mother and son heading towards the airport hanger
He can barely sit still with such anticipation
Unaware of the grave situation
Bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka
Ha ha
You know the deal
It's just me, yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my people, Negros and Latinos
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