Lyrics:
Your cognitive was targeted for assaults by a stroke
Weren't close, since my entry was concurrent
With plenty of your hurting, now it's curtains, I'm
Playa what it be like? [echo]
When will niggas see they got us bleeding with 3 strikes [echo]
Can't seem to focus
Hopeless
With violent thoughts
I wrote
to the crime game
I was a victim of my mind frame
1, 2, 3 years gone
Daddy facing 12, he ain't never comin home
I can't imagine how that felt to ya
I could
rappers they bugging son
C'mon child said I got a dream
And I've got a plan
You wanna view the scheme
I've got a question
It's aimed at three
If you really
lungs
Been back 3 weeks now they speaking in tongues
Your lil bro mad cause he move like my son
So buy him a shrink or go buy him a gun
I don't give
his crooked crown
Look it now He's spoiled by the royal one
Coiled in the corner father guilt he the loyal son
Waiting on his joy to come in the form
door
I'm the tree of magic and consolation
For three thousand years or more
When my leaves are falling down again
You can meet them here from time
(Mans shut down when he heard my tings)
These niggas can't admit it but they old news
Tryna hop on to my wave when they all snoozed
Chain up on my
Our savior was the proto-man, sent to judge mankind
Projected by computer from a distant time
He called down Armageddon
He sent the Jaded Beast
He
and wonder should I chastize
Another man's kid
No matter what he did
But shiiiiiit, if I don't do it, it won't get done
Mama, won't hit son
Daddy, don't get
and return,
I've been keeping it real and telling it stern,
Burn it down until I get burnt down in an urn,
You act like you got nothing to lose,
Son, hit me up
(Chorus - 2x)
Lord tell me why
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh boy things will get brighter
(Z-Ro)
After living through drive-by's got
the days of the Colt 45's and gang bangers
Cocaine slangers who sliced doors no time to cook up
Them niggas like raw
It's all about the dollar
What up Kamal? (word up) Doing my thing
What you think about the def dumb and blind in the 9 6?
(Word brothers is blind to the fact son.) Can't
mail by the tons son
Chorus 2x:
Yo it's that Roc a Fella shit
Hoes clothes to whips
Act up and get hit
Give a fuck who you with
We them niggaz coming
[Intro]
That's right ugh, check it out
Back in tha days where tha people were fresh
It was one mc who had to pass tha test
He was down by law,
From the driver side door, you take my pain
And you turn it into purpose you hold on to me
Sometimes you hold on to me, work, nigga
Work comin'
here hustlin'
Fuck that shit, I kick the door in
They saw me at my lowest (at my lowest)
And they ain't help or nothin'
They gon' ask for handouts
Well there's blackbirds on the turnpike
In the midnight sun
There's roosters on the railroad
Look out, here they come!
The sun went down three days
[Intro]
*kicking down a door*
(Pooh-Man) Bitch where the motherfuckin son at?
(Too $hort's Bitch) He not here ahhh it hurts!
(Pooh-Man) Old Skool
Beats by Jhay yeah
Aye yeah
Best rapper in Africa yeah I'm really popping
Niggas really asking why I'm being so cocky
You should ask your sister why
of God fall down the window pane
She feels unholy like the Father doesn't know her name
Marry Magdalene and the women at the well
He knows everything that
eish
The other day my son called me by my stage name
I thought it was funny it took a moment
For me to think about to understand what it means
My family
look at me nigga
Come here, know one thing nigga
[Verse 1: G-Dep]
I think you need to know I'm holdin it down
Wit a hole in this town
It's a hole
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