Lyrics:
telling you, you're here to make noise for the man
Not a clone of a party-hungry freak or thottie for tan
I'm sorry my friend, I dont understand
What
I love that I hate you
Dear diary I lost my keys
And my phone and my wallet won't you help me please
I need a fifty for a ciggy pack
And I won't
that, nigga, you never know
He say a friend but I smell foe
So I sit back and wait for the day niggas try to kick in my door
So I sleep with the big
What's understood, don't need to be explained
Aye, we been friends for a while
Out of all the ladies, you're the one who stuck around
That's why I fuck
stay to yourself
Trust nobody, trust nobody
You know what I mean? Straight up
My closes friends did me in
My closes friends my homies
People who I done
songs with it too
Shout this for your friends and half of them gon ask who hurt you
The other half saying that these hoes don't deserve you
And momma
Real ones by my side
We all play it by code
I done came up
Now watch how I ball
They want me to fall
So I cut em off
For the tribe I ride you know how It
and marijuana
Hoodrats and good gats to carry on ya
I got dead friends, misled friends
Crackhead friends
Wild Gremlins, who "bust led" friends
Silent weapons for
the case and they blamed me
Officer, I didn't do it, you can't blame me for this
Could you please loosen up the handcuffs on my wrists?
You can call me
that we never settled in
A funeral for fair-weather friends
I am the one to cleanse me of my father's sins
American Requiem
Them big ideas (yeah) are
a life this pain for life
Got me singing like
Zombie head shot
My aim is nice
Funerals look like parades
When my family die
Funerals like parades
When
their own
sexual agendas,
trying their best
to undermine
God’s ordained
plan for you
by messing up
your life.
Trust me when I say to you
girlfriends,
make
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
the decimal
Funeral popping skip crying it's a spectacle
A festival all for you honey
Best friend Monique mad you owe her money
And you died before you paid
the North side I'm finna get high
All by myself
I need you for my health
I need you for my health
Who am I who am I
96 I arrived
Got raped I was five
of a funeral psalm.
The prayers for the dead,
Just like a storm before the calm.
Sapient forehead furrowed,
From his body spirit slips.
Try to learn
in a crime house filled with roses on my casket
All my family and friends at my funeral wipin their tears away
Mama screamin wake up Im just restin
Base camp, space camp
Bass in your face fuck, brace for the rain dance
Back in the back of the classroom
After a magical nap in a vacuum
Act
grateful
To all my friends, I'm grateful
And to my blood, I'm grateful
For the woman fallen out my life
I'll still love you till the day I die
That's an oath
This for all my real niggas out there
That never got to see another day
All my niggas out there still in the struggle
And still tryna make it out
the demons away
For protection of my people i solemnly swear
To live and die by this black man’s prayer
I got a son and i swear i hate the fact
When a cop come
the streets, it ain't the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
Passed by his
the streets, it ain't the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
Pa**ed by his
concerned with makin babies
Never lookin for work the streets
Raised me for war
Schooled in laws of currency by
The ways of robbery thought
They never stop me
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