Lyrics:
be living by that sword, but you could die by the gun
I stack until I could provide, to have a daughter or son
Fuck your man that nigga a bitch, ain’t
the messenger
Bitch niggaz talk behind ya back like a catcher
Either M-Y-O-B or B-Y-O stretcher
In that order, man, woman ,son, daughter
The beat sound like
Twenty-one bullets, twenty-one guns
Twenty-one daughters, twenty-one sons
A fang for a fang
A knot on a rope
The sound of the dead
Is what gives me hope
Was shot down at home by the Ford brothers' guns
Belle Starr, Belle Starr, your time's getting late
But how is Jim Younger, did you hear his fate?
He
Jim Reed by the dark of the moon
And your son Ed was blowed down in a drunken saloon
Then there was Bob Younger, you loved him so well
He rode with
Know I'm not done by far
Not til they say they are the Stigmartyr
Of their chosen subject
If all that you wanted to hear was
All that you wanted to hear
me and you
If you wanna know what Heaven sounds like (y'all just, come on, come on)
Just let it, just let it fill the room
If you wanna know what
Prophesy and sing
We can hear the Wind
Blowing, blowing, blowing
Move upon our praise (praise you lord)
Sons and daughters sing ('cause we declare)
We
over instrumentals
I'm Jim Dear over here
That's the mayor say your prayers
It's C-A-R-son, daughter, father
Mother's own
Turn my shakin' haters off
Day by day, my life gets colder
My eyes grows thin as I get older
Peace in pieces, bloody and bruised
I feel so helpless and confused
'Cause I hear
Day by day, my life gets colder
My eyes grows thin as I get older
Peace in pieces, bloody and bruised
I feel so helpless and confused
'Cause I hear
passionately
I ain't ego trippin I do it humbly
Cause everybody's bound to hear the sound of BDP
It's easy, for me you see
I ain't the one or the two,
On and on again
The mother feels the daughter's pain
On and on again
The mother feels the daughter's pain
On and on again
The mother feels
Let's come together.
cs sons and daughters.
We are forever known by the King.
Yeah.
Let's come together.
cs sons and daughters.
We are forever known by
rank and I'm still in the field
The shit that I rap 'bout, it might get me killed
You rap what you hear and I rap what I live (ooh)
I'm fuckin' with
December 24th. I wonder if my Lola knew that when she named my mom, I seem to find Christmas clues in my life all the time. There isn't a day that goes by
Not ever. To all those who supported our campaign, I'm humbled by the faith you placed in us. To all those who did not support us, let me say this. Hear
Apollo's other son
The one who played vinyl at three at night
The one who loved his daughters, his son, his wife
And I wish his daughters knew him too
Mom,
Now you hear me see i cry for you
Im'a do it Im'a sound like this
The trouble gave me heartache
Where were you at wen I needed
Probly rolled on my
bein' dead and Tekashi still livin' is a crime
God, you gotta do better, you been fuckin' up lately
Bro, all I hear is Pop Smoke when I turn on my radio
her papers
"Could all candidates please rise?"
The rustling sound is overwhelming as
All the young people stand
Fidgeting at clothes they've never worn
he's sort of slow
You know them hospitals all trying to get paid, no questions
Hear come the doctor's with they drugs, trying to do see-sections
But
the heli-
Shawty, that's what I do, I'm gettin stacks of this on accident
My daughter's 5 what's that mean?
My daughter's daughter is already rich
I'm
this hour
We're all together, together
Waiting here as one
Whoa, hear the sound from heaven
Whoa, a mighty rushing wind
Whoa, we're calling for
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