Lyrics:
message to the nations
Alright
My youths are dying out
But creation is crying out
For the manifestation of your sons and daughters
So arise and see it
never help you out
She say you trippin', you don't listen, and your temper always hot
But let me tell you 'bout your daughter, yesterday, she tried
called him pops
I'm from where grannies going to church and they talk to God
And adolescent boys putting dick in they daughter's box
Just to take a bath
WalkDownNuke get behind the wall
I’ma take on all his problems
Big APs for them days in the mud
Had to go run it up we on a time limit
Talk your shit but play it
or even your mom
But you do it anyway, ol'orun, alailogbon
Mr. Nwobodo, abeg follow dem talk jor
She sey she no want you sey you wan do
Abobi calm down
York, get your shit caught
When niggaz hawk, let the fifth talk
So tell me who's the next man to flip?
I stop the beef shit, with rubber handled grips
happened, the wicked clown have come to your town
And he's got your daughter by the hand
Showing her a new land
The southwest ghetto zone, where all
And he's got your daughter by the hand
Showing her a new land, the southwest ghetto zone
Where all the Jugglas roam, come one, come all
And have
you over on your back beating you up we eating at canes
Ok what would you do
Pull up we all on you daughter or two
Look at me look at me looking at you
Her four Latin daughters will help you to start
While finding the rhythm you might lose your heart
Six lessons from Madame La Zonga
And you'll
and water
I want joy like this to share with your daughter
A cool breeze outside on a summer night
I want nights like these
I remember every detail of that
We always used to talk about your name
It's after a lake behind the house I grew up in.
It's just a couple miles in on a back trail
And your middle
can get it to you, depending on what you ordering
Run off, fuck it, I'll trade you back for your daughter then
I talk struggle cuz the losing is what
off your dreams, but it's harder to finish
They gon' hate me for my ambition
I was raised by Wale and them
Get on the beat and let it breathe like
daughter's
Born and your daddy dies
You're not alone, I'm by your side
II'm down for the ride
For the good and bad times
Real love is hard to come by but
You
tryna get paper I'm tryna stack up
Food for my daughters don't worry bout lunch
Lately I've been picking my battles
Talk to my face or talk to my handle
The flesh disappears but the soul survives
Till next time, my friend, farewell, goodbye
I walked in your daughter's house, knowing that you gone
But
This is a public service announcement
Brought to you by the good people over at Dreamville Records
"And so my fellow Americans
Ask not what your
I don't play Atari
Steve Harvey
Or let my daughter date diddy
That nigga 50
I thrifted just time fine mines
Take time let it age
Fine wine
If
for they daughters
They sons
The one's really giving back
Homies that's giving game
Niggas ain't built the same
Number one reason my windows so tinted
'em have a nice day
Daughter in my arms can't afford to be flanked
If they wanna catch up, tell them match my pace
Keep it real, but I'm phony how
Tell
Percocet and Adderall, man, I could walk on water
I got a son, his name Jaylen and he want all your daughters
I'm a landmine, got this by a landslide, I'm
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
(mother)
Do you overlook our beauty, but you lovin' on all the others (others)
Hope you teach your daughters all to stay away from suckas
Like yourself if
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