Lyrics:
this kid's born?"
I said, "It's a blessing as mad as it is
And Les', I never even knew you were having a kid"
Bro, she's four months pregnant, young
say I'm Raw Child
She said she want a Raww child
Bitch get out I ain't going raw now
Only thing raw is my jeans and my whole sound
(Ouu)
She like when I
rush until the end
And I will walk with you, My friend
Be patient little child
This journey takes a while
Hold onto what is true
And I will walk with you
carry no back-biters (This train)
This train carry no back-biters
Only to carry Jah Jah, Jah Jah chosen people
Woah oh, hear me what I say, yeah
(This
the world is scary
I can't say what I want anymore
Without half my fan-base shutting the door, on me
I feel rejected by me
Cause I have a dirty mouth, things
to offer
But if you offer a new life then what we need is better fathers
Either I'm smarter cause of my daughter or I'm just too dense
I'm 28 years old,
should be dead
I should be dead
Dirt bikes and pizza
No supervision
Slingshots and lighters
No masters for bastards
This one is crying I don't know what
listen to the ha verse by jayz ha
Yea I'm from Lafayette this ain't Fayetteville child
Yea what happened to them bullets in my mouth
Y'all better quiet
From anyone
Sounds mediocre, I just need a big ass that I can clap on
Yeh, yeh I know
But what else is there at this point
She aint mothering no child
fearless
While tears, is rollin down your cheeks
Ya steady hopin things don't all down this week
Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me
of birds
A conscious child finds this absurd
But what he's taught is what he learn
Alone he feels
Alone he burn
Alone he is
Alone he yearn
Understanding
be the best dad for our child
But you know it's just not the right time
Look, girl, I want you by my side
Is you that I want to call wife
Wanna be
blame it on Chuckie
But this is child's play, motherfucka!
Aw, fuck, Chuck's on a killin' spree
Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me
When I
this is child's play... motherfucka!!!
Verse 2:
Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!
Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!
When I murder, I
How much you really liked him (dumb)
This child's mind you terrorized (old man)
You came to him (dumb)
He really didn't know your lies (old man)
the bank
After I graduated find me a bad bitch who would stay
And won't fuck me over whats the use this cycle need to break
And I hate it
My dilemma speak
Motherfuckin' Dre (ah)
What's up, my nigga?
What's up, Nas?
Chillin', God
Niggas is up in here hittin' some of this chronic, nigga
Yeah,
Infinite space for me write
What's a minute
What's a margin
We're forever
Death to coffins
Out of the box, that's where thought is
In this kingdom full
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 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
to help her with the child though she's strung out on crack time
Shirley never knew what it was to be held in real love
Together getting high to get
line
"Decide just what's inside"
"The child of your/my design"
But I noticed
Reading closer
Something took me
By surprise
Is this a non-disclosure
all you got
So you take to the streets, trying to exist
In the trash and slime of a world like this
What you watch on TV tells you what life is
live is ill
[Madlib]
Hey yo niggas always talkin' bout there shit is real
"I gotta flex with a Lex in my video"
That's what half of these
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