Lyrics:
in my hand
We enter life with rules
We're told this is the way
Decisions made for us
In which we have no say
What right have they to judge
The way our
for greatness, who wouldve thought that you had knew it
I feel like kaepernick fighting the world, I wanna do it
Aint no kurt up in this bitch but I
a tough decision
I'm going to get some more ammunition
So we can continue this mission
Lifestyles of a ghetto child
Lifestyles of a ghetto
Lifestyles
Always movin By myself
Yah I'm posted Up alone
Never move before youThink
Get them raccs up
Then I'm gone
This designer Drip baby
Please Don't touch
the song
I'm gonna hit the hay
Wait what was that
Oh no Chucky you found me at last
I guess this really is the end, friend
a guide like, a blind veteran's dog,
Cause I was going nowhere like a child's letters to god,
Though life's road was hard I was never so lost,
That I
tell me what's going on
I'll tell you what's goin' on-uh
Nelly:
What's going on 'cross seas
Every minute a child dies by this disease
In record numbers
sparkling gems
Slipping into your eye soon it will be over
Which is precisely what the child in my dream said
Holding my hand, pointing at the roiling
Now this one is called, the Skateland killer!
Dem say this one is called the Skateland killer
But let dem know this one is called the Dennery killer
green
I gotta eat on the go Day
I hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way, what?
A ho in Chipotle, no
This is food for
all that the world will see is the shame
A life changed by a miracle won't ever be the same
Oh this child her precious cargo
He is the twinkle in God's
your inner light
Grab what you see
Search until you find
Fight for the love that you had as a child
Eyes on the price
Find what is mine
Truth opened eye
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They trade freedom for a dependable meal
They let people get on top of them
And tell them where to go
But how can I judge?
Is that not exactly what I do?
Yo, mic check
Testing one, two, um, twelve (what up, what up)
This is my dance song, can you hear me?
Alright, turn my headphones up
My favorite
nigga rocking reptiles
I'm whooping on this beat like a step child
Big ring on and a charm to match
Ya my role model was Project Pat
Life is too
nigga rocking reptiles
I'm whooping on this beat like a step child
Big ring on and a charm to match
Ya my role model was Project Pat
Life is too
incentive
Is this about you, well, then what's your intention?
What's the intention?
What's the intention?
"Pssst, I totally get it
You're by yourself
Back when I was nothin'
You made a brother feel like he was somethin' (by)
That's why I'm with you to this day, boo, no frontin'
Even when the skies
of creating something to giving birth
I mean, when a mother is giving birth to a child
She's not thinking about what the child will grow up to be
She's not even
You think that I don't feel love,
What I feel for you is real love.
In other's eyes I see reflected a hurt, scorned, rejected.
Love Child, never
you're the one
I never thought that love could ever be this fun
And now I see an open door and all I wanna do is
Run run run run away child
I'm still
‘Is this what you’re trying to teach?
‘That life is nothing but a struggle?
‘Cause I’m sure back in the country,
‘It was never this much trouble,
‘I
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
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