Lyrics:
getting this fetti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in
[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by
grandfather Stan wasn't Nothin' But a Man
He fell in love with Jivote so he took her by the hand
They had two sons, Stanley and Perry
They go together like
my poppa and my momma and me
The clock strikes three Poppa jumps to his fee
Already Moma's cookin' Poppa somethin' to eat
At half past Poppa he's
around
Doesn't speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound, the sound
Cattle in the marketplace
tunes
Cursed family born from dark cursed wombs
Hear the screams by the light of the moon
You can't run and
You can't hide
The evil comes from inside now
the opportunity he approached me and tried to groom me to meet his gang and I met his gang and he was going to get me to sell weed, but I already turned that down,
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
"he cheated on her" just wasn't fucking true
Anyway, after that a few weeks went by before she let me see you
And she said it was because I still
don't agree with him
She's mad at that, he's not having that
So those opposites attract like mag-a-nets
She sees more than the Benz wagon, the friends
it had a little flickering tv on it to ,so he leans over the table ,to see what they was watchin' ,n by some way he sees there on that little screen,
strikes him like lightning
He's off like the flash for a cab to the spot by the docks
He won't get no help from the cops
The family bought them, and all who
guitar falls out of tune
Makes up for the lost ground with a small act of benevolence
But he swears the world's the same
When he looks up sees the moon
a reggie
Taking in the smoke, willing to drop the pipe
Fuck it, already knows he lost the fight
Taking flight, even higher the next day
Repeats always, says
papa and my mama and me
The clock strikes three and papa jumps to his feet
Already mama's cooking papa something to eat
At half past, papa he's ready
he's not having that
So those opposites attract like mag-a-nets
She sees more than the Benz wagon, the friends taggin' along
With a flashy nigga
he's not having that
So those opposites attract like mag-a-nets
She sees more than the Benz wagon, the friends taggin' along
With a flashy nigga
sees crack babies becoming enemies of their own families
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta run
A boy
enemies of their own families
What's going on?
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side
no definition to hold everything we kept in
Man by now
Family is hanging by a thread
And they'll try cover everything I said
Instead of coming as one
he sees her standing there
A pretty girl with electric air
Makes his way through the crowd
But she’s already turnin’ him down
He don’t play it by
my papa and my mama and me
The clock strikes three and papa jumps to his feet
Already mama's cooking papa something to eat
At half past, papa he's
the cup i fucking piss in
Got these clowns fake confident
Watch me, I'mma kill him and its sad
Cause I know how he living
He hopin daddy sees that he sees
He sees a little boweevil, sees him movin' in the, Lordie, yeah
Well you can plant your cotton but you won't get a half a bale, mama, yeah
Bo
Six o'clock the day start
All praise to the day star
He already knows what's gonna go down
Even before my day start
Sun up to sun down, He could give
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