Lyrics:
of coke
Keep her close, for a Tweet you post
You can eat the toast you sleep awoke
I heard
(herd) you count sheep for tryna eat the GOAT
This nigga can
[Featuring see Style And "Lil" see Style]
What the fuck is this? Child support papers? What?
Chorus:
You didn't have to file on me
couldn't help but ask
Is my son with your Son
Did my kid also rise
And if so can you please make these dead bones come alive
I'm stuck between the dark
from a distance I see her booty's hittin'
Stagger to the barricade and bag her as I grab her
Thinkin' to myself, "Aiyyo, I got to have her"
If you
like us)
(To be the have-nots, all hail)
(God bless the child that can hold his own, no motherfuckin' doubt)
We must fight, for brother Mumia
We
SUCKA
You beat down my father and you raped my mother Africa
And now you want to laugh at her
I feel like pickin up a razor, and slashin ya
Snatch
a brother pimp you
If you want the stars, you can reach 'em, girl
Y'all, take a look at her, she got such an astonishin' body
I can see you in some Gucci
than you FUCK THEM ALL... don't judge me by my words
I rather die by the truth, than dying in lying (don't mind the ruthers) CoviD 19 money making
Tonight I saw a father's love, in waves, start to rise
I will not stand by and watch what I made be demonized
He insists you dug a hole, a hole
No friends in the industry
My brothers been my brothers, man
You niggas ain't no kin to me, a fact (whoa)
Yeah, you heard about me, you don't know
No friends in the industry
My brothers been my brothers, man
You ain't no kin to me, a fact (whoa)
Yeah, you heard about me, you don't know me
worth God made you Beautifully
Young inspired by tela
We ain't trying to be poor righteous teachers
Bruh we been cold since separate but sequel
But
a brother pimp you
If you want the stars, you can reach 'em, girl
Y'all, take a look at her, she got such an astonishin' body
I can see you in some Gucci
A GREAT ARTIST!
PRINCIPAL FRANKLIN: OKAY, I DON'T THINK WE NEED TO
CALL HER BROTHER IN ABOUT THIS.
I'M SURE THAT YOU CAN COME UP WITH A SUITABLE
her squatting form ends up
On a polo shirt
Right where the little crocodile
Usually goes you can do all this
And still you can look someone
In the eye
out of there
All of those drunken nights then fuckin' every night
She run her mouth, but can't eat right
Don't read between the line and figure out how
righteous
Rap : Aw baby, I'm going crazy without you
You should be right here with me
I just can't get over you no matter how hard I try
I have
the stones that I throw
Don't build walls and barricades
So a man can't have his say
And barking dogs can't block my way
From taking my brother's hand
for a nickel
Can’t rely on niggas they fickle
You niggas move funny it tickle
Lemonade how you sweet boy you simple
Free my cuz out that Cell it ain’t
in debates of Deja Vu glitches deciding a brothers fate but
Times have changed or have they not
In addition to subtracting each other it seems there's
like static electric your highness
Oh god you're so lost and I'm just
I'm just making my waves here in silence
I'm self righteous
I might cum in her cunt
can't let you down
HOOK
I know it kills you to see your brother's grave
But the same things that break a man can make another change
I'll stop thinking
They can't understand to see a black man
Drivin' a car that costs 25 grand
The first thing they say is "Where'd you steal her?"
And then they assume that
Know I got your back like charmin'
You can be my Winnie Mandela won't let the devil cause trauma
Everywhere they go they bring drama
Nation building time
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