Lyrics:
all hard
(We still here, word)
This is for Medgar Evers, Martin
And my brother Malcom
Sometimes we be sittin and
Wishing for another outcome
My head be
LIKE HIM SINGING THIS SONG POURING OUT MY HEART ENTERED IN THIS MATRIX WHERE DID WE GO WRONG IM SO APPALLED CUZ I WAS BY FAR THE BEST YOU EVER GONE GET I
Yeah, yeah
Ayo this is going out to all the brothers
Who got like 6 or 7 different addresses, know what I'm saying?
Ayo check this out
My name
as a wife but not as a sister in law
Forgive me John...
You're asking me to do somethin' I can't do
It's hard to explain but can't you see my brother loves
playin' catch
In the foreign doing burnouts (let's go)
Had to get a burnout phone to sell dope
One year 'til my brother get out (let's go)
Gotta sip
blueprint to life
Let your Love letter
And start feeling all the love
That was written
And from him it was given
And sent inside a love letter
My brother
I
blueprint to life
Let your Love letter
And start feeling all the love
That was written
And from him it was given
And sent inside a love letter
My brother
I
and never fell
I spent my time in a plush hotel
John-John Phenomenon, deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring
curly, hair
Now, look-a-there
Her brother don't 'llow me there
Now, look-a-there, a-honey
A-ooo-wee
Baby, way over there by the apple tree
I love, love
me, see me, I'm just doing my job
And you ducking me is mos def an odd
So why send this letter as if I never knew you?
I'd rather knock on your door
And my life is easy freely
Verena trepidation fills my heart as
I start to write this letter you know my heart
I feel so overwhelmed when I think
community
My brother's keepers, Migos we got unity
'Bout to fire up at the park right on Harrington (gang)
To the bando, you see niggas gamblin'
Hit
supporters who are here voluntarily
F the popularity
My grind is unlimited
I am too menacing
Writing my rhymes
I feel like I'm John Wick in this
Kill them with
niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?
Niggas fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin
weight up with my hate and pay 'em back when I'm bigger
And still thuggin in this jail cell, missin' my block
Hearin brothers screamin' all night,
Miley Cyrus
That's a tear in my eye that I ain't cried
It's some paths to a milli homie, you ain't tried
I count ten by fives, I'm always halfway there
the soul
And we gonna do it a little somethin'
With three subjects like this
Subject one is about a brother by the name of John
Who was sellin'
brother 'cause it's time to fuck
Hurry up and put it on nigga, time is up (yeah)
What's next? Got my mind on some group sex (uh)
Where you goin', baby? I
They gon' say I'm bein' brash
This my letter to the church
Yeah, this my letter to the church
Matthew 16: 27, gon' be judged by your works
You gon' be
Close to my skin, I'm falling in someone who's been
Sittin' by the phone, I'm left alone in another zone
John says to live above hell, my will is
me
In my head so much
I've taken up residency
Lakeside cabin with the deck
Covered by some scenery
Some greenery
Some ivy
What a sight to see
Hopefully
rapping in my jeans
Get jiggy, puzzled by what he saw
I got an A in theatre
But I still dont play
A young nigga balling
Quick to pull the trigger trae
I got
when I can dramatize?
Niggaz fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin' I've been blessed given riches
Enemies suspicious 'cause I'm
Young ass niggas from the bottom
I got
Demons in my head
That shit can't be solved by no divas in my bed
But I been trying to kill them man I need
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