Lyrics:
puttin' a man in front of her sons
Students was laughin' at me over me I know that shit dumb
Had a couple of friends but never had friends
Young Day Real
and tonight before bed when we snuggle in the sheets.
there's a struggle in the streets and i couldn't care less.
if you said i was sheltered that would be
sell trees killing big beats
That's the way I'll send a message
If my son can't fight me
He's a waste of my erection
Slash, massacre when I come through
I left my footprints 'round the city
That's fucked up what they did to Young Thug, can't let them get me
I was freestylin' this shit, I say, "Shit,
sounding like Lisa Lisa, I wonder if I take you home
Will you still love me after this night?
Mike was the hard head from the around the way
That she
Now I want your imagination, I want you to travel with me
Oh come on, come on, come on
This young man was raised in the hills of Tennessee
When he
open
Stomped a hole in the ground
And left the floor smoking
Then I said
Hold it down
Rolling loud
I'm rolling by
Ain't nobody in the crowd
They
Leaders
Of the School
I bust a door open
Stomped a hole in the ground
And left the floor smoking
Then I said
Hold it down
Rolling loud
I'm rolling by
Ain't
Eric Clapton
And all I wanted was one 16 ain't enough
Talking that fast money 15 every month
When your people labelled poor, that motivated me more
with lifers
Workin' on my biceps
You would think they all was like us
They ain't have my mindset
When I was missin' sleep and workin'
Weeks to get my mom
somewhere over the rainbow
I was never able to give you one last hug
Cause I was young and dumb and always trying to act tough
The first year you left felt
'cause that time is coming for me
Like a stranger on the road
I left my thoughts at home and the new ones about to arrive
are already saying me I'm going
'm down by law and I know my way around
On 42nd Street, lookin' for some action
Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction
One young punk just
to live in this little one horse town
I guess about six or maybe it was seven years ago
I told my wife when I left here that I'd be coming back in style
Ha
Wherever he laid his head was his home.
And when he died, all he left us was alone."
Hey, Mama, I heard Papa call himself a jack of all trades.
Tell
like this
Well, I was coming home late one dark afternoon
Reporter stopped me for an interview
She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables
Now I want your imagination, I want you to travel with me
Oh come on, come on, come on
This young man was raised in the hills of Tennessee
When he
like my first love
Stay humble, but I knew that I was first up
Picked up the pen and that's when I drew my first blood
Spit my heart again, cause
of court, sent to the Island
Where they got all of these young brothers wildin
And all I seen was teenagers
And brothers just slicin' one another with
Mother and Father, both proud of the daughter
That heaven had sent them, Feleena was this baby's name.
When she was seventeen, bothered by crazy dreams
stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he left us was alone
Where the hell are you daddy, that's what I'm sayin'
Down
to take responsibility for
I?m sorry for the times I left you home
I was on the road and you were alone
I?m sorry for the times that I had to go
I?m sorry
the way I was created I'm just trying to break through
Girl I'm a young stubborn man with tricks up my sleeve
Trying to be the best thing I was destined
Word to the pusher, nigga never kept a job
Boobie gave me game
We used to sell dope and rob
I left a stain off in Carol City
My last name should
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