Lyrics:
surrounded by peers
That make me want to
Peel the skin away
So I could live in spirit
The Son shining but they shade Don't know to run away
Had to ask shorty
they'd leave this town
They tell me come along, they say to grab their hand
Coated in my fears, my feet cemented to the land
They tell me they'll be back
what I think son?
I think you need a good lawyer
Let me tell you officer, I have a lawyer
My lawyer is so good, so so good
And by the time he's
what I think son?
I think you need a good lawyer
Let me tell you officer, I have a lawyer
My lawyer is so good, so so good
And by the time he's
grew up with, son from next do'
My dream was to flow and escape the hell below
But the demons in my life set fire to my dough
I thought about murder,
on the Westside, Westside
(Fly niggas, getting by)
For my niggas up north of course
(Fly bitches, fly bitches)
For my niggas up north of course
(Fly and getting
nigga that killed with ya, squealed with ya
I deal with ya like my son
Stare at the sun and you'll be lookin'
In my eyes homie stand for something
Six feet below
I'm sick of living in the bin
So notify my next of kin
Then dig a hole and chuck me in
don't even need a coffin or the funeral thing
powers activate real quick
But then I could grow about five feet more with an extra dick!
One dick to hold in my hand when I'm rockin the mic
The extra
agreed
If she wouldn’t live for her, she could live for me
But what part did I play in my own conspiracy?
A life given to her was a life taken by me,
on the street
And they live comfortably too
What would you do, if ya son sittin at home, crying there's nothing to eat
Up on my feet, uppin my feature prices
Make
son came in my life
I got a reason to show
That father's can be as good as mother's
And probably more
If I hadn't make mistakes
I would've been gold
Or fortune cookie crisp, I got harassed by this rookie bitch
Talkin' 'bout I couldn't put my feet on the fire hydrants
And timed my kids, fifty-dollar
on my street
Grab a gun run forest run
Watch him trip on his feet
Show his fam that closed casket
Send flowers so sweet
Know that burner it teach lessons
[Prodigy and Big Noyd]
That's my word, God! Kick that thug shit, God!
Kick that motherfuckin' thug shit, man! Word up, man!
(What's up, son
Tender wine disguised in a milk-fat fair kiddie show
I'm here to celebrate the one below
At last I've heard from good God above
As the slap on my ass by
start questioning God, "What is my purpose?"
He said to live the way he did, that's all he want from me
Spread the word and witness, he rose
to the floor, down below your feet
Spread them pretty legs and shit let me see, you should fuck with me, huh
Man that nigga, that nigga he can't protect ya
It's wishful thinking that a song
Can heal a sick rose
I sit and pull thistles out my thick skull
Live slow keep it simple
Sweep the fallen leaves out
From father to son from son to father
My light the one they called him Alder
Mann for short a twin to me
He called him up it's r.i.p
From father
I feel my bones rot and decay
My lungs decompress
As I lay to rest
Six feet below, got long ways to go
I'm a sinking ship
Filled to the brim with
I live my life between a overcast of sunshine and gloomy days
While long Im live no matter the weather Ima feel the same
They say its all in yo brain
wonder if you saw
Your son crying in the car
Go tell it on the mountain
Or the rooftops just below
Of your past lives
And the sins that you commit
Don't
You can hear the end of the story by the sound of my feet
The earth could never budge me
The sea could never nudge me
The sky could never judge me
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