Lyrics:
cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"
"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"
"Said he'd be pleased to have
appetite?"
"I've been cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"
"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, stopped by today"
"Said he'd be
to make God laugh
Where is your brother Abel?
Am I my brother's keeper?
What have you done?
You will be a restless wanderer on this earth
I'm tryna
Dear Mr. President
The world has gone astray
Brothers are dying
They won't live to see today
Was it all worth it
You had to lie to get your way
(FIGHT!)
Rico Got That Fye
They asking me where I been at
War in the trenches, I did that
Four fin might push ya' shit back
Speaking on me, get ya'
brother
a tinted hearse is what most men leave in
followed by a limo full of family and close friends greavin
when you pull the marijuana
ima want
they know that they ain't close to stopping me
Steady stalking my page
They probably don't care what I'm doing just as long as they watching me
And I see
just because you know
I got it it's because of me that
We're eating right up in this bitch don't
Stretch it by asking for a lawyer
And shit" That's
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
the X in the Clan that puts the brother on land
It's like that y'all, ya don't stop
Because the sight of the Watch is sure to shock
From the beginning
hush, don't you know the truth hurts
Hush, hush, when push comes to shove it's best to keep it hush, hush
Hide your tattoo, put on your Sunday best,
also back then...ahh...I seen my older brother went through some harder shit.
And us Thompsons don’t like to ask for help.
Cuz man, I was raised by some
You know sometimes, all the time
I be having the hardest time
With these hard times
And I don't know what to say
So I gotta find the perfect way
tucker
I don't trust 'em, I don't love her
Little brother
Don't make me reach out and touch ya
I don't got candy but I'll
Turn your head to Gushers, sucka
don't take me for no lame
I'm just sayin you out your mind if you think I'm playin
Off white chemist
My niggas still in the kitchen
Hand written
cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"
"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"
"Said he'd be pleased to have
cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"
"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"
"Said he'd be pleased to have
the news
Push to start, no fast food, go fast through the drive-thru
Jerry Rice
36 To a brick, I don't think it twice
Bitches thick, no Netflix, jalapeño
needa shrink
Push me to the edge and I’m on the brink
I swear they gwan bawd like they’re shit don’t fuckin stink
Headed to the top and blow just like
they
Don't know about me
I'ma push this shit for
My lil' brother Jay
My big brother Dinkie and Joe McVey
For my nigga Shot G, Lil' Ro, DJ
I'ma push this
if I don't know how to feel
Time just keeps on passing
This shit'll never seem real
The longer my brother's gone, the pain I'm feeling gets worse
I
Them fairy tales you tell in your rounds
Will have a shell in the pound
Split your melon to the white
Meat with no melanin found
I could push your
That’s why I don’t grind, me and pratt set up shop, (HP)
Re-up at 8:30 pack gone by 12 o clock.
I can teach you how to jugg, turn up your finesse (Turn Up)
Dillon Thompson Productions
Loof, loof, loof, right
Boots by the table, chop on the mattress
Clip on the dresser, conscious in the casket
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