Lyrics:
5 am on Tuesday
Why am I up so early
Drive out to santa ana 'cause I've got jury duty
No breakfast short tempered
And I cut my head shaving
Ten miles
the fuck out, if you want the foreigners gone
I paint the White House black and park my car on the lawn
Marry a Muslum girl and fuck her five times a day
Óyeme, Carlos, llévame en tu bicicleta
Quiero que recorramos juntos esa zona
Desde Santa Marta hasta La Arenosa
Lleva, llévame en tu bicicleta
Pa'
never made it to my Great Uncle's funeral
The flights were too dear but I chose the song
One by Buddy Williams that ends in a yodel
Like my uncle used
we tired of workin a nine to five
Really its four to five dark circles cover my eyes my mirror is mortified
But blessings go to my uncle he goin thru
know for a fact that
Them boys probably chatting
I did this shit before rappin'
I been fuckin' these hoes
My big brother said that I
Wasn't goin'
gave her answer a couple tears dripped
my lil brother cryin I’m standing hypothesizing
like maybe Santa got robbed on the way to dropping em off
Pardon me all I could ask is pardon
When I’m in a mood it make me think of my farther
My cousins my grandmother, brothers sisters and all em
My
Bitch I need buckets
Hit the plug and cop another sack
Nigga you ain't puffing
5-0 locked my brother up I'm screaming free that nigga, uhh
Smoking heavy
mean to doubt I'll not turn out a caricature
So I set off in search of my forebears
Coz my forbearance was in need
But the only job I could get in dear
Yeah, look, niggas want a verse, I swear to God they gotta pay
In the snow, with Santa Clause trappin' out the sleigh
She got mad, I fucked her
brother is doing 7 for fives and dimes
And that .22 he had
Grandma Byrd says, “He got what he gave…
The boy just ain’t no good
Could’ve stayed in school but
Sorry just a 5 letter word
Real friends don't just listen but they feel what they heard
Feel the insecurities, fallen hopes, and the hurt
Feel
Ain’t acting so tough and bad now, is you?
How is you gonna try to match wits
With the manuscript manufacturer most demanded by masochists
Savage, bitch,
Ma brothers and sisters tucked in the corner crying for help no help came
I was locked in a closet trapped for days asking god why me though
Hung from
year to follow
Turn the gears on everything held dear, so I won't fear tomorrow
Hollowed by sorrows, but fulfillment get you out that jar-closed
No genie
a Yid
Mutek and I were two of a kind, like brothers the very best of friends
Playing all day in the streets of the Shtetl, growing from boys into men
We
alright
Now I'm at the V, big eating getting my aminos right
Dear success, this is what I'm here for
What's to stress this is what I'm built for
I'm Happier
Lord protect my mum
Lord protect my sisters
Lord protect my brothers
Lord protect my aunties
Lord protect my uncles
Lord protect my friends
they outta control
Kill a man cause he stand, for what he stand for
While he merely stand by with a dreadlock or an iPad, it's a crime
And then a nigga
my dear loving family at 11 years old
Too picture perfect it was candid left an image in my head
Every member held a camera understand I am the man
my dear loving family at 11 years old
Too picture perfect it was candid left an image in my head
Every member held a camera understand I am the man
handcuffs
Dear God, Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough
His girl eight months pregnant, a nurse assistant holding him down
Faithfully on every visit,
my resignation
I’m truly here forever
By the ones I hold closest and dear
Allowing me to convey these words
With zero ounce of fear
That I’ll be
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