Lyrics:
Child is playing
She's crying by the side of the river
Her head floating
In her back a hole eternal and black
She wonder if she's death
If the living can
Like to play tha songs with alotta slap in em
The amp turned up so it sound like this
My girl ask me why I like it loud like this
I got the by 9s cross
know you so
I will not disrespect
So don't please press eject
On the tape cassette
And don't knock it out of your decks
So with much respect, obliged,
on more than a nic' (yeah, bitch)
My Brooklyn bitch in the Garden, while we watchin' the Knicks (yeah-yeah)
Walk your bitch like a pit', dogshit by my hip
you ain't got no dreams to chase
Who embedded in your psyche that you can procrastinate and still be great
What you think you gon' be saved by
hustlin' till my last breath
Wonder why my heart so cold, the world was bad to me
Wonder why my heart so cold, the world was bad
Wonder why my heart so
niggas, I feel like Kiki Rice
Walk with the Uzi, poppin' the peas, I'm beatin' the case, I feel like I'm Boosie
Bad lil' bitch, she carry the stick, she
no longer grieving
Sowing good so we can reap it keep keeping your head up
Ohh child things are gonna get easier
Keep your head up
Ohh child things
The world is yours
Young world young world
Young world young world
Reward is a brainwashed kid gone wild
Young little girls already have a child
Bad
horns on top of my head, it look like Satan, huh? (Nigga, what?)
Got boy and girl, child, that Sheneneh, huh?
Lil'-ass niggas tryna ball like me so
good intentions the world just isn't fair
So THEY say
Chapter Ii: Ghost of Mars
Believe me child your light will never fade
This darkness with crawl
If you don't help your mans up
I'm bout to blow
Now I'm counting my bands up
Bad bitches around me now I'm Getting my fans up
Broken promises making
(Holy, holy) If you lived in another world would you
(Know me, know me) I know you be strong, but you been gone a
(While) I know you still my
(Child) So
li, li, like glue
Be by your side boy, whatever your goin' through
We were high (til when its all good)
We were low ((til when its all bad)
But I
yo bread up
I'm surfing this beat not
Talkin' bout Beretta
Lil' bitch, I'm in NY with Lil Tecca
Wait say you got straps lil'
Boy, wheres your Tec, Ugh
me she bet not come back Without money in hand
Pimpin' all day
Pull me a shorty
She do whatever I tell her for Cartys
Calling me boosie throw money
on a bad day
Your favorite rapper never had lle'
Let alone traffic state to state
I Sat in that kitchen and scraped the plate
Cooked dope while auntie sang
When I ran up my money all these bitches came toward me
I hop in the booth and I tell Rackzo to record me
Bad lil bitch she the one she told me that
grave
Man, I'm tired, niggas boosie, shooting blanks
You gotta take a known factor out to up your rank
Niggas lame, Instagram banging, tryna make a name
rrreal (By my goddamn self)
[Verse 1]
Nigga dwell on it, can't he
So tell on me, got my bitch all at the crib
Try to smell on a nigga, want to stay around
hit like "cling-clang"
I go by "King Punk", can't call me Donny no more lil' bitch
Drown in cash can't drown in gin and tonic no more bitch
Hundreds by
on they ass
Bad bitch got bands, too much for you, then go find less
Get a bag, don't worry about your last, you some pressure lil baby just stay on they
lied about the dreams though
That felt real
It makes me wonder so how many times i tried
I mean surrounded by the guys
You heard the boys
The world is yours
Young world young world
Young world young world
Reward is a brainwashed kid gone wild
Young little girls already have a child
Bad
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