Lyrics:
awoke
This year I know I’m getting coal
And Santa better bring a strap
Bloods aren’t welcome in my home
No crip shit fuck both
Just lay low with the bros
on the ratchets
Goin' out like Christmas addicts screamin' "Fuck it"
Ready to make a move, cock back, and buck it
See him slippin', know he trippin', hear him
up yo eyes cause I see that been blinded
(Everybody got 24 hours it's just a matter how you use yours)
Situation critical it's difficult goin threw
They treatin bodies like they're trophies
Celebrate by gettin dopey while you laid up and you crying cause your bro deceased but this is how we grow up
Stuff by these grown ups that don't know Buck
This is my life and I know what's best
This isn't your life this is my life I said
These people don't get it
to moisture
But you and I know it as Styrofoam
Which reminds me, tonight, on my way home
I need to hit the Kwik Sak
And for five bucks, I got myself
Fire next time? Done last time
You had a chance to wrong your rights
But when right goes wrong Yo! it’s time to fight
I float like a butterfly sting like
if you want, but come and test for ya own
See how quick model homes leave home and fell a dome
Roam to the top, slip up and get buck
Get out my way,
Johnson
You're wearing your dresses way too high
And it's reported you've been drinkin'
And a runnin' 'round with men and goin' wild"
"And we don't
Now I do my laundry by myself
Every night I eat alone
Baby please, please, please
Won't you let me come back home?
Goin' off to college
Passed every
ignorance is bliss but knowledge put you in your place
A few domestic disputes, cops threatening to shoot
I used to mimic his face, kim said it wasn't cute
He
Birthed in the gutter gutter, streets full of pot holes
Look out your window, and all you seeing is lost souls
Homes full of nice shit, no these are
should turn into a mouse
Or make it back home by closin' his mouth
These psychotic moments I'm gettin' aroused
She leavin' his ass if he startin' to talk
tryna tell
You how I feel inside
Bein' by your side the only
Time I ever feel alive
Don't overexaggerate
You told me that a million times
Okay, well maybe
just tryna make it in America, yeah
Summer 0'10, mama on bin
So bust out the rim, bust our your spin, piecin' it in
Pull up a chair in mother's
the black tux over there with Lucky
Bring my heater, niggaz might try to slug me
Take me out in back of the club and buck me, and touch me
I felt a hand tug
guzzlin' bleach, I let the Gym Star bubble your cheek (Bubble)
I hope they sent it to your mother when that cover release (When that cover release)
She
to erupt
(You want to ride?) Come on girl, hurry up
Tell your mother where you're goin', and don't forget
If your mother want to come, tell your pops:
lost my mother, nigga
And that's funny, that's funny, like
My mama had broke up with my dad for having another kid on her, and um
He had came home
of the flushed
They ain't never had luck
We was raised on the buck
We was saved by the bales
Now we say what we want
Nothing like a woman's scorn (What she do)
She
5 dollars I'ma fight for
My sisters only 12 and she's pregnant wit a baby
My brothers goin' ta jail and my momma's going crazy
I'm all by myself,
Sometimes I feel like I shouldn't apologize so much
That it's jive it's a crutch
I just used when I'm judged
Bein' fudged by a face I can't erase
do
What can I say just to get it through
Monsters hunting in the night for you
Lock your doors and keep your weapons close to you
I get the bucks like
No one could tell me nuttin to save me from goin under
Mama cried to me told me you
Should get your grave dug up
The way you act in the winter you wont
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