Lyrics:
"Dropped outta school early so I could get me some paper
That's a good book, I don't mind you gettin knowledge about the game
You dig? So you won't
helping
Guide the barefoot and the po' man
Guide the blue blood, all the humans
Maneuver with more conflict than World War II
I been tryna spread love but
by potent mental mixtures
Won't lend image or name to peddle liquor
Commodifying addiction makes these predators richer
I speak life word to Sev
out in the deep waves are huge but I keep sailing
Still I'll throw my hands up and worship you do you see em flailing
The sons face shining on me can't
and blood from her face
Cause her man came from the footy and he was in a craze
I hear the cries of a toddler calling for mama
But no one comes cause their
Why do you speak with that accent now?
Everyone knows you're not from the streets
You went to prep school in Cambridge
With daughters and sons
blood
Gotta keep this between us
Ninety boys at Treloar's
Never made it through
Guinea pigs for dirty treatment
There’s nothing you can do
The stain is
That's my blood
If he taking an L then I'm taking it too
They took me to hell but I made it look cool
Put me in cell but I made it through June
They
Jerking my dick in a tub covered in blood
Nothing never felt as good as this
Doubted ever will again
Really ain't no point in even
Tryin' but I kill again
shot and I got, to find a murderer
With a double-edge pump and a church killer
Don't worship and the cops got bored
Fillin for baby boy, showin up for
on the winding streets of Nashville
You're bound by blood, and know them all by name
I left that town as soon as time would let me
I drove as far as luck would
bodies unidentified
Like aliens tailed by the feds try and
Run and hide my alias
I paid dues and debts but
Ya'll don't have none do it for ends
Do it
Aye aye aye
Mama said
"Eat your veggies and pay attention in school"
But all the kids want is junk food
Tripping acting a fool
You ain't cool you
a Santa A-list
Time is passin' by yet his scars remain ageless
He called him on the phone to say pop's
This'll take a minute of ya time
But his wishes
a chubby prostitute she was the one annoying
I’m not one to point and
But you can tell by the traffic
Her front lawn damn had it
Her younger son was Patrick
Of justice from it's new wave of leaders:
Frank Rizzo, the high school graduate
Mayor of Philadelphia, whose ignorance
Is surpassed only by those who voted for
grandfather Stan wasn't Nothin' But a Man
He fell in love with Jivote so he took her by the hand
They had two sons, Stanley and Perry
They go together like
a cup of tea and I walk to the computer
Oh my god, you're kidding me another school shooter?
Suddenly, I'm startled by the chances of my future
sleep but
It can buy a bed do you possess money or by
Money are you possessed
Money can buy you a house but
It can't buy a home
So even with money you
are takin lives on the...
News at 6 o'clock and again at eleven!
Pedophiles and rapists snatching kids out they school
Bodies dismantled with a garden
for
Dont get me wrong they give it they do
Its just that i dont really take it in well
A little dark but im happy i am alone but im happy how can i
you cappin in your raps then we can get it back in blood
I️ am not the type to judge I️ don't even hold a grudge
But your main man federal he talking
ask for nothing
Been on my feet soul searching working getting it done
Niggas be false flagging phones but really ain't sold nothing
Showing niggas how
go away
But if you'll stay, I'll make you a day like no day
Has been or will be again
We'll sail the sun, we'll glide on the rain
We'll talk
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