Lyrics:
of having a wife
To be like an exchangers
I love you my mother
With all my heart
I love you my father
You are a star
Hey my feelings, please tell me what
defendin' what's mine are you defendin' what's yours
Was born in O Two when I was a baby I was thinkin' my family sweet
Nah
Little I knew I was born in
is waiting for me
But say wait a minute
Ill always remember to smoke one down in STB
Think it's cool to judge me
By the shoes that I wear
I look unto
Hook
Dance with me, and you’ll dance with death
A mother’s caring, A family’ debt
Lost support, lost – afloat
on a sea that bled, on glass I tread
I
bigger than yours
Plus ain't not more coppin out
You either ridin or tellin, if you ride then you ride forever
Born the son of a straight killa
Raised by
the days I wore FUBU
Having beaucoup dreams, deuce-deuce in jeans, my nigga
Now, I'ma end your career in two sixteens, my niggas
If he the God's son, then I
this planet full of aliens and we get captured?
Don't think that way my son
Everything gon' be fine, we finna have some fun
And if by chance we do
to play, I would appreciate it
If you don't listen to me for the next two and a half minutes alright?
Shut the fuck up
I can take
All I know is I can't let the hate stop me now
You prolly skipped the song by now I bet
I ain't tryna cause problems
But chu niggas need
my song
Brain damage
Way before my baby daughter Hailey
I was harassed daily by this fat kid named D'Angelo Bailey
An eighth grader who acted
Don't act surprised boy I murder shit for fun
Talk beneath ill cut your tongue beheading all my sons
Niggas hate while you down inside they feel like bums
to be diamond
No success as of late but that won't stop me from trying
Made the wave that you ridding I'm the son of Poseidon
Drip god Percy with a happy
Christmas day two years later
Mother and son heading towards the airport hanger
He can barely sit still with such anticipation
Unaware of the grave situation
and ambulances take you away
That ain't love, it's hate, think of all the mothers at wakes
Whose sons you killed and you ain't got a cut on your face?
Unmarked
it's hate, think of all the mothers at wakes
Whose sons you killed, and you ain't got a cut on your face?
Unmarked police cars roam the streets hard,
Tapping out cause I want to, cause I know you're by my side
Spacing out down these dark streets, losing minutes as the days go by
And I keep a chain
Y'all so transparent it's see thru
I fathered yo style you just my son a part two like a sequel
Send a clean up crew to come sweep ya
Or roll up a blunt
he's good yes he's good.
, he's good yes he's good. (2x)
Chorus:
Jesus righteous son of God.
Emmanuel, God with us
Savior, you are king of kings
I lift
Bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka
Ha ha
You know the deal
It's just me, yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my people, Negros and Latinos
of the son of the God
[Chorus: sung] w/ adlibs
I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
I wake up... and I..
[Verse Two: Royce]
The true and living son
Hustled that
Rolling papers we in class
Glock for the relapse
The simple truth is
I grew up in the gutters by a single mother
Fatherless no happiness
one that you love to hate?
Catch you at your mother's wake, smack you
Then I'll wack you with my snub trey-eight
It doesn't take much to make me
the minutes till you hold me close
Sirreal Verse:
Amazed by Things, Ive seen you do the way you move, lady ooouh
strong like shots of that 80 proof, God-paid
[Juelz Santana]
Aight I want you to sing
Life changes on a daily bases, every minute every
[Razah]
Life changes on a daily bases
Every minute
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