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regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
daughter to keep her bra on
She drop it for a nigga with money I saw
She sobbed, she sought
All for some lust
Fuck all these bitches, I don't give a fuck
to fall
In the city of Tripoli people living in awe
They wonder how i did it and who I do it for
I did it for my son and my daughters to show you all
That
shoot at a opp and
Then fuck on his daughter
I just scammed yo bitch out the bag
Now we balling
Old head tryna shoot nigga go be a father
Stay focused
niggas this is my sport
Y’all be acting like my sons but I ain’t payin' child support
Light house
Lookin at my neck, issa light house
Lights out
Go
street cred
And all I got is bad credit
Big ears and big head
But still they’ll feel me
Cause we all ate cereal
Humped our momma's friend's daughter while
mendem
geda mendem
gena mendem
gena men-den
Dung dere in the ghetto I go, where sufferation I once know, ey
Mummy an daddy, all a' we so poor, we all had
like life is over, these snakes strike like a cobra
The world's hot my son got not
Evidently, it's elementary, they want us all gone eventually
Troopin'
Mary, Mother of the Poor
Mary, Mother of the poor
Champion of Justice
Single Mother, refugee
You fully understand
Mary, bearer of the Son
Jesus,
to realize that it's sink or swim
Tryna live to your standards lord yeah
I'd rather live by the word then die by the sword
In this life we're all dealt a hand
your family was
Singing the immigrant blues too
Though not all our people came here by choice
Lives and land stolen
This past has a price
Our right
the cops
Before the next line I spit might get somebody shot
I'm here to body beats, you niggaz tryna stop me please
By the time I'm done with you, you'll be
at all time
So I tote my strap in the hood and all time
But respect ain't just something that?s understood in our time
Especially by our kind man I hate it
at all time
So I tote my strap in the hood and all time
But respect ain't just something that?s understood in our time
Especially by our kind man I hate it
at all time
So I tote my strap in the hood and all time
But respect ain't just something that?s understood in our time
Especially by our kind man I hate it
can do is close my eyes
and cry all the tears that my mother gave to me
my mothers a daughter so why even bother
to explain the pain of a son
Oh you
do it all for you
I want us to level up cause that's what ballers do
You were raised by an angel that's why you're shining too
I swear I never met
all it stick like glue, we got you
Yo, it's all good
I'ma hit you when I touch down tomorrow, son, word
Stay on point, don't even use the phone
the shelf
Just be a good toy soldier and if you're lucky you'll get help
Suffer the worst that you can adore
Slept on the floor the definition of poor
So i
'Twas sunset down in old Key West
The locals all were high.
The tourists snapped their photographs
And munched their Key Lime pie.
And meanwhile down
I'm just the paint
You paint the picture
What are you seeing?
What are you feeling?
And all my colors
For your creating
Is your rainbow
Daughters and a son
Mama just told us there'd be another one.
nigga
Yo, you need to walk straight, master your high
Son you missin' out on was passing you by
I done seen the streets suck a lot of cats dry
But
Oh as I roved out one bright summer's morn
Down by Blackwaterside
I'd be gazing on the flowers that did bloom all around
When a pretty Irish girl
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