Lyrics:
The whole family
This our shit right here, this our new anthem man
Yo
Broke niggas everywhere
Man I die to see 'em all son I just don't care
My niggas
would never show, you never come to take us
My sister's grew up, stopped waiting by the window
But I remember saying I will never be the son who gave up
I
Word up son, word
Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar biller
(Yo, I got the phone thing, know I'm sayin'? Keep your eyes open)
For real-
Unit back in the days, kid (I know that son, I know that)
You know that (you know I know that)
Know what I'm sayin'? (Know what I'm sayin'?)
I miss
Guitars ring in the dead of night
The scene was so blue and sound so right
Your homesick
Listen close to the guitar man
A native son in
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
guns and swords
I'm good but I'm the sinner, ey
Kill niggas at the war. sons, dads, somebody's bros
Undertaker I'm the finnum, ey
Betrayed by my nigga,
by yourself,
You're supposed to depend on you and nobody else.
I mean son, when a man can't function on his own and put his problems on another
a jake on the creep down by Vicks weed spot(so what)
Made a you-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to hurry back so I could warn my man
Ya
(Cam) Father
(Minister) Yes my son
(Cam) Forgive me for I have sinned
Its been 21 years since my last confession
(Minister) 21? That seems like
on her by the neck
Addicted to sex she knows I'm the best
Don't even think about checking her texts nigga
Man wanna rap like London
Man wanna rap like New
Where greed, jealousy and envy
Are manifested by what others accomplished in life
My son was very very much aware of that
He appreciated his station
Where greed, jealousy and envy
Are manifested by what others accomplished in life
My son was very very much aware of that
He appreciated his station
Word up son, word
Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billers
(Yo, I got the phone thing, know I'm sayin'? Keep your eyes open)
For
pass me by
To spread love to the nations and for the prophets' summation, must the son of man truly die?
Will they take the love I showed, and the grave
let me twos that (twos that)
Big rambizy by my side, fuck his Canada Goose
Man, I'll rip right through that (woosh)
The way I swing my blade
stones to the bottom
Not once a white man's fate
One final escape
Deported into the deep
Three hundred sixty-six
Too many heroes for the hull to keep
of the dearly departed
Tyrone survived by his mother Barbara
His two year old daughter T'want to
And the baby's mamma Sandra
[He's a murderer! That animal
kill sons
Can't get into the pen for murder one
I rather be rich, lay back and spark that shit
Killed now son of being hit by a bullet
Nigga shut
Much too cold
Almost froze
Should've melted when the Son arose
Getting pelted by the weapons
That they juxtapose
With love and hope
Above the quotes
somebody do it shout 'AJ T'
'Cause I fathered the flow, fathered the styley
Bare man wanna be a AJ follower
I need workers so it's fine by me
I'll
hurt
But remember son this the good Lord's world
You con man he says to me while I recoil
Stealing from the poor you the ultimate foil
Shut your mouth
the son of God, he became a man
I'm walking by faith with a sag in my pants
I'm accelerating fast like I'm in a race car
Blood of Jesus in my veins yeah he
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