Lyrics:
meant for this performing
Why
Alright welcome to the album
I realize that maybe I should start by saying I was born may 10, 1999
Just in case you
the
Streets I lost my dad to
As a kid, Meek became acquainted with
Another of his dad's brothers
A pioneering local DJ known as Grandmaster
Nell if you were
Ouh baby is it worth it
Should I put all of this work in
Cuz your love got me nervous Your love got me nervous
Would you ever leave me hurtin‘
You
your eyes and
If I come by and put my finger in your butt
You're the one
Tom: I think that Satan has
A couple of comments tom
Satan: Well kids, it's
a little bit of Patience
It makes me nervous
Positive thinking is not my thing
You know I'm reckless
What am I doing here
What's the plane
Where I'm heading
Blood
Yea em niggas ain't reachin
U is the type to get bitched by a bitch
I am the type to get rich off a brick
Fuck is a job? Betta go hit u a lick
Knock
AND CARLY WALKS
INTO SAME HALL AND ROLLS HER EYES.
SAM: AND WHAT AM I AGAIN?
KID: PRETTY AND SWEET.
SAM: THANK YOU. NOW THE NEXT TIME…
CARLY INTERUPTS BY
a scene
For the kids in my city
Humans are sinners I'm petrified by
The best of them
But I am no angel I share my
Life with the worst of them
Matter fact
To East Philadelphia
There's a new one
Comin' I warn you
We're the kids in America
We're the kids in America
Everybody live for the music go
In the Ford Expidie, and I don't expect to die
On some humble shit
I am on some rumble shit
When it's on, you should see the shit I come through
'
Guided by the spirit,I knw what i read/psalm
The music needs no introduction you too can check on Shazam
Dem say me I bad cos am a product of the Hood
nervous by his purpose
He decides to rehearse this then disperses
What he finds
You are listening to the anthem of creation
No goals, no rules, with lack
to everybody you'll be looking all crazy and fucked up
Full cup pasificts, drank tenacity
Hustle till the sundance not Butch Cassidy
I am a revolver
that lie didn't last
Good people with a troubled past
Had kids fast now we pay the tab
Dad talks like no one can match
Eyes for the one behind the glass
the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
She says I am the one (You know what you did)
She says he is my son (Breaking my
civilians
By the millions like christina u feelin it?
Oh now u a nervous wreck
Think u deserve respect
Cause u poppin percocet leave
U hurt and shred i be
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
But I get nervous sometimes, hey baby, I can't help to think
You might not make it home to eat, I barely sleep (come on)
Could you pick up a phone
But I get nervous sometimes, hey baby, I can't help to think
You might not make it home to eat, I barely sleep (come on)
Could you pick up a phone
you want the fame and attention
But how can you handle that if you can't get any bitches
You're gonna be nervous I'm causing disturbance I'm vicious
bitch, Sam, I am
Big pot and pan, run, not ran
This is how these niggas raping and then y'all bump they shit
Dr. Seuss bars, my nursery rhyme kids
Ill
happen to the rules
I don't even know how you could be so cruel
Thinking you could get away with it by I am not no fool no
Got an ocean full of bitches
A bad kid baby
A bad kid baby
Don't be insecure
I'm a twit, degenerate, young rebel and I'm proud of it
Pump your fist
If you would rather mess up than
Who am I
Who am I
Who am I
Who am I
I never stopped
Since I was a kid
I been chasing the top
If it's meant to be
God hold me a spot
And tell me who I
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