Lyrics:
to be aware that there's
Any such thing as grieving
Young mother down at Smithfield
Five a.m., looking for food for her kids
In her arms she holds three
Alexander, Abraham, Thomas, George
Dead presidents in my jeans
Feel like a goat with six rings
Get to the top by any means
Alexander McQueen's on my feet
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,
a child
I was force to smile
Even when I down
They told me there’s a god
God in the sky
And a devil below the ground
Believe it for a while
for the worse
Visions of a Black hearse
Cause death can show his ugly face
At any place
And any time
Today maybe yours
And tomorrow could be mine
how I survive||I'm a gypsy child, that's what my mama called me|I'm a gypsy child, just a wanderin' free|Travelin' singing songs|Here for now but not
(Great John on the beat by the way)
I was on tour for four months we was overseas (Greenlight Gang)
Did fifty-five shows in forty-five countries (woah)
Shawty told me I'm a nobody
She ain't wrong I been a problem child all my life
Feel like I don't even know myself
Looking in my eyes I ain't nobody
dissonant divider
Nothin to call your own
As you opened up
And you sold your soul
A loose cannon
For any cheap action
To feel any love
And a moments
at the age of three
so don't ask me why i'm heartless son
cause I was raised by some killers
so i guess I gots to be one
I'm down for whatever
Manifesto, this is what we want to see happen
for my peoples still breakin graf writin and rappin
I rock the mic right and exact my life's my
I can't wait to do Cribs; MTV, come on, get at me
Any rapper wan' get at me, tell ya label contact me
Half a hundred for a feature, wanna battle?
Call that shit a eye for a eye, my nigga, by any means (sheesh)
Had extended clips before skinny jeans (yeah)
Now bow and arrows at cop cars with
disbelief
And so what arose by any other name?
Une petite fleur du mal, a daisy or a daffodil or gilded mourning lily or lobelia or white or yellow tulip
You best to keep calm George
You ah die for being curious
I put that on god
I ah fuck any bitch that's hearing this
for murder once, no redial
Just see child, the O G style and how I used to be wild
This the story of Cam'ron and Zeke Giles one way road to the P now
see how I'm living
She lead my soul
Any realm pick a channel we can go
On this carpet I got space for one mo
Take a seat we gone be late to the show
like a child that's been molested
The surgeon general rap shit just hit your section
It's warfare, against any that come up on me
Even in your dreams
mine
Thank God for all the little things
Like windows down and George Strait
I wouldn't have it any other way
Oh, no
Cause I love floating down
call her
I've been a bad nephew, son, boyfriend whatever they call it
I just hope when it's my turn, to not see tomorrow
Y'all can forgive me for any
To say sorry
Cause George I'm sorry
Cause you were the best friend that I ever had
You said if I stay by your side you can never be sad
You told me your
disbelief
There's nothing to provide any comfort
Liars continue preaching with stained tongues
We're told it's all part ov the plan
Blinded by this forced
deserves life prevention
Making him pay is my one intention
For kinda ruining my childhood
He doesn’t have any comprehension
Of the fact that he could be
did was show love for you
Sweated blood for you, any moment take a slug for you
But its cool, the baby mama drama is expected
And that karma is going
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