Lyrics:
on y'all kid, now where your mans at?
Faking the real like, "Damn I can't stand Cappa'"
Then my wardrobe flooded the next chapter
Y'all heard about us
on y'all kid, now where your mans at?
Faking the real like, "Damn I can't stand Cappa'"
Then my wardrobe flooded the next chapter
Y'all heard about us
Found out was gonna be a father life had turned for the best
I took the bottles off my mind was thinkin family instead
Told all these hoes dont even
Right next door is a little old man
I seen him eating dog food out of a can
He says, "I got to eat, when I can't afford meat
I barely can stand, on my
And they fuckin wit my vibe
Cuz i'm real cocky
Never had respect so i made a name
Now they fw the kid cuz i got flame
I'm just laughing at these bitches
cherish most
Auntie clutching on that bottle she became a ghost
PTSD from seeing demons leaving a host
Jack boys riding bikes with the card in the spoke
Well the dancing's barely started
And the cops are at the door
Bottle rockets in the yard, asking what are they for
The kids are starting shit
have another grenade salad,
Split it with your enemy.
Gotta sell another Uzi,
Maybe couple 44 Mags,
Got a wife and a kid to support,
was torn (Torn)
The shit it could do to a kid
Nah, we can't choose where we born (Nah)
I bottle the pain in my mix
My feelings go numb when I'm stoned
the greatest
But she be stressing bout my profits
My teachers told me to be realistic
Cuz said I'ma blow like a bottle rocket
Hoes tryna get they bills paid
(Te
stop popping bottles
Ain't for the streets matching energy honestly that what i'm proud off
If it was real it'd last a lifetime
Maybe went to fast let's
of Life by its design
Fucking forgot I was so philosophical
From all the knowledge I spill from esophagus
Hop in a rocket, I'm fly, astronomical
Honestly
mine
They patriotic but hypnotic
Nationalists
Rule with a fist
Not with them?
Go on a list
Then all sudden
Hide your kids
Build up a class
You're not in
never know bottles and might Carley
Wake up and bake up and go hard
Look for the next play and get started
And when it's the night you should hit party
down
Oh.. my headphone fell off.. damn..)
[Killah Priest]
Death come to those who oppose
Knockin' at the door, holding a rose
In plain clothes,
Corrugated iron wooden shacks
Gated mansions next to XX
Boys on motor bikes next to Maybachs
We got backpacks next to kids from Kyzack
Ex-convicts
life was simple back then. You knew your next-door neighbor; he was your best friend. When hard times hit, everybody pitched in, you never locked your
Loved by kids, I never did a bid
Yes, the Group Home is thick
Plus I don't eat beef
'Cause these dizzy-ass niggas and chicks think shit is sweet
Yo,
Loved by kids, I never did a bid
Yes, the Group Home is thick
Plus I don't eat beef
'Cause these dizzy-ass niggas and chicks think shit is sweet
Yo,
Wishing that you saw my shit
Should've put the bottle down
Cause it never fit
Tearing up a family
Health is falling rapidly, yeah
We've been fighting
Intro:
You kno life can sometimes be about the bigger picture
Jus remember to reflect back on your younger self the next time your lookin in
through it
That door I might be going through it
I'm the man, got a plan
Tell a boy "be a man"
Spin the bottle like a ceiling fan
Objectify no matter where
A dream or reality enemies at my door
Eyes, I realize it's fantasize I must be high
So let me live before I die
Once again grab the bottle twist
Here we have Larry Hoover's lawyer
With us today and
It’s a prisoner that we're focused on he has
Six life sentences and they have
Him next
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