Lyrics:
Christ
But even God's son had to make a sacrifice
I'm swimming in my thoughts and it's mad deep
Cause go getta's don't count sheep, we lose sleep
Busy
boys
I ont have any bars, but let me hop in this car
And hit the town to try and show em how I'm litty boys
That's not gon get it done
Don't get it
Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties
Some days I just don't feel it (don't feel it)
Some days I want my days to pass right by and change my
walk up you
Can see the shotgun spit
Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up
I got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up?
Nigga knick knack pattywack
Give
there for you
"And you need some love and care"
Come on, I need you son
I'm tellin' you, you better listen to me
I'm your son and I love you
That's
show you some whips that don't come out 'til the year of 2010
So I'm flocking 'em in, 'til the drop top is rocking again
Boy I got it locked, if you
Skeltah album called
Sean Price be like, "I'm not sure any" yeah that was my shit
I used to bump that shit all day
By this time I knew I wanted to be
conviction
They talkin' shit to me that is fiction
I'm a Lethal Weapon Mel Gibson
They don't really listen
To me that's a sickness
Even bein' blind couldn't
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
[Verse 1]
Now I don' told this nigga to shut his mouth
I guess he wasn't hearin' me
I'm beyond this peon, he's scared of me
Apparently he don't see
sons grinnin
Mums gotta skits out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen
The C needs coachin
Put your'e album out, same day as us and we'll see who's
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it's hard to believe
Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie
I used to sell tapes on Sunnyside
I used
other brothers ayyyyyee
Jesus touched me on the shoulder
Told me Richboy don't you let up
What you scared nothing death
So that's it
If I show my A too
out from the stands
God don't make things happen by chance
And it's some things you gon' have to experience
I'm dapping up the board of office
of Ft. Meyers
I got principles nigga that's what I live by
I ain't got rap feature and I'm still alive
Not 1 my 3 album is you surprised worth my
Hook:
I hope my daughter don’t hate me like her Momma did
I don’t
I hope my son wants to be like his Daddy one day
When he gets grown
Hope I’m
both in Paris
I would have grabbed her by the waist and kissed her, but
We in the middle of whole foods, and those fools
Ain't supposed to beef, but
To go let Lenny out
Thumbin If they taking pictures
See me counting money now
I'm the fucking man
Killin shit like son of Sam
You just don
you got me fucked up
I be damned if you don't let me keep ridin' this shit boy
I'm pulling scams
Identity theft
Don't buy my album, 'cause I don
of laboratories
Lookin' out the window like a labrador
To the bullshit I'm a matador
In the pulpit like God's son, not a daddy's boy
Cornered boar, carnivore,
my son)
You're my number one
(You're my number one)
Man I love you son
(Man I love you son)
Now I got you by my side
I ain't never letting go
(I
I don't like to divide dough so I multiply flow and subtract maggots
Like a brand new Craftmatic, boy I'm back at it
Smokin' these new boys like my
There was a mother that had two sons
One of the boys was interesting in his self
This son loved his mother so very much.
He said mama one day I going
You don't know my grind
You don't know my life
You don't know the effort I put into this
You don't know nothing 'bout this
I swear y'all some broke boys
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