Lyrics:
speaking from the moon
Thanks for your support, ayo, I'll be home soon
But the only thing I ask when I return from my task
Is a whole bunch of beats
jason on these tracks since i was born
Son, my punchlines been crackin jaws, since the crack of dawn.. ..now let that sink in, i'm tapped into the flow/
to relieve the tension that sits in my heart, 'cause it is sore
When I'm spittin' bars about all my cash and exquisite cars
This was on my vision and you
the women you know i was going through it with
Yeah
It's really going on and on and on and on
And I just let you get by
But i know when that one day comes,
right
I promised myself if I had a kid
Ima play my cards right
I use to think I was probably
Just too young to understand
But now I'm older and I see
I noticed when I walked in
The room went dark
Somebody better call the police
There's a guy here with no heart
He said he goes by the name
feel it
Should've told cuz to chill when he was itching on that trigger
Yeah the ghetto left some scars how the fuck could I forget it
Yeah the streets
piece by piece
Told me that you would never leave
Why did I believe? (Oh oh oh)
'Cause you gave me up when it got too much
Yeah, you left me here
run
Slow-mo mumzy, hit up my phone
Said son come home, I just cook mula-kombo
But I'm on a glide with bro bro
Back that shank, aim higher than torso
She
Friends that I left back in my past still lookin’ for closure
Explanations never found
I needed help when I was down
When I was hurt they weren’t around
Now
all the butterflies in my stomach and keep runnin
I was young when I was thrown into the lion's den
This was do or die, survival wasn't no pretend
I got
to cool, I'm rolling three times Barkley
You can get your ass out and walk home
I'll find another young broad and get my fuck on
So please don't trip, in
his home
He heard that long lonesome whistle blow
Just a kid, acting smart
He went and broke his darling's heart
I guess he was too young to know
that ether
Got a circle of real niggas raised by hustlers and drug dealers
I fuck wit da young niggas
And I'm go keep it real witcha
Cuzzo got back
oh me, oh my
Oh me, oh me, oh me, oh my I
Oh me, oh me, oh me, oh my
I like that
I remember when you called me weird
We was in math class, third
cannot say I am the same
As when I was wearing them dragons and flames for real (For real)
N***** I thought that was cheering for us, aint the same
Cause
floods when you still high upon your ego mountain
I been down in trenches
Where the weather storm and rain is pounding
What the fuck you spouting off
I
dates I be
Fucking it up so they can
Feel a way why they mad
Cause they cannot eat up off
My plate when I was down
They would never ask me for
No change
brother
Left him traumatized, homie
And you my nigga
You were down to do a homicide for me
This that hood shit
We was on Woodcliff with them choppas
was raised in the jungle my daddy left me as a teen
I got a job got a girl Christ grabbed me so I gave her a ring
Now I got my son on the way ain't
and my feeet still hurt cah I did another life before pool in dem creps
I’d jack cars to go home was dat stressed!
(Was dat stressed)
Big P brought
Laurent, on her lips And she left it on my shirt
She threw it on the kid
Handing out compliments
But shorty I been this lit
They just never noticed it
Your
on my money like where that shit at?
I'm all alone that's my only hope
And be damned if I'mma chase that with some phony homes
On the real, it be
quick
[NuChild]
Now when you wake up
I'm wiping the cold out your eys with the barrel of the gun
Holding your son, smoking Branson
Blowing smoke in your
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