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dollar bills and drug deals by the mayor
Controls the people livin' legal
Sit back and chill, until time will reveal
Two thousand and one holy men with
[Verse:]
A woman young raised by a, a brother sister, sister, mother, father's love she finds strength the trials of living life fighting for equal
be regretting it by the morning
By morning sunshine, a mother's son lies
Closed her eyes and she opened up dem thighs
Now your little girl once known
Its two A.M. I'm just gettin' in about to check my message,
No one has called but my homies and some bill collectors.
Cellular brings somebody wants
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta
want all of your bills paid
And that I decline to do
And they ask me if I hate you
At times I kind of do
But you the mother of my son
And for that I
a week with your son
Can I get some skin
Ya great job thanks
Somedays are easier other days are harder and i feel like ive had enough
Dont know how much
enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pigheaded politicians
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
No short haired, yellow-bellied
Son
crying
Driven by some passion like my boy in attack on titan
Niggas be all up in they feelings actin goofy den a bitch
Niggas claim it's fake love but you
And I know some of y'all are gonna say it's not that deep, but a horse dragging a doll with a noose around its neck
Taken from her mother and put in
gon' pay your bills
'cause the hills in some
Fields for the thrill put that
Ass in his face
Don't try and judge a book by it's cover
Momma said judge
Hunnid dollars bills, pounds on the flight concealed
Heard they on me and they worried 'bout my paper trail
I'm at work while you goin' on vacation there
hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
county, Bill snitchin like he straight/
I’d kill that mother fucker but he sits when he pees wait/
Quit bitchin if ya listen, if offended by me great!/
My
mother's driven up the walls, you make too many calls
Who do you phone?
You use this place like some hotel, you want something you ring the bell
That's wrong
city, it makes my heart hurt.
Feelin the struggles of my brothers,
it takes some hard work. Bein raised by single mothers,
the case was caught first.
yo, this is for dolo son
Yo, man, c'mon pass the blunt man (yo champ, champ, champ)
Yo, pass the blunt man (hold it man)
Wassup man? (yo, hold it
Yeah
(Uh)
Looking at these bills a have n***a saying fuck it
But looking at lil shawty face what make me keep trucking
Some days I had nothing
Some
you just ran away and hide
And a man without a plan is just a pussy in disguise
And shit you right, yeah you right
But I was on tour making bills
an immigrant
That's where I got my hustle from
I ain't seen a lotta niggas
Realer than my mother, son
Let it breathe
Multiply 11 by 365
That's how long that I
back
cnd they screaming f*ck me, told em double that
You a son of a b*tch where yo mother at
B*tch I'm outside hangin where the trouble at
Yeah I'm
easy
To notice the pain, and my mother's heart bleeding
Trying to make ends meet, ain't no father to help
But besides the bills she needs some love
Please forgive your bad son.
At least have some soup
before you leave.
I made it for you.
Yes, mother.
The woodcutter held a bowl of soup
while
had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
No short-haired,
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