9317 (feat. Ms. Lulu)
Jonathan
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Hey my baby boy (La da da da da da da da da) Happy happy birthday I know you're busy But I'm just reminding you (Gotta find my bliss) That you are loved and cared for Than you know Enjoy your day (93-17 gotta find my bliss) And remember With God on your side (Once your wings spread, gotta find yo cliff) No weapon formed against you will prosper (Momma told me days, they'd be like this) I love you baby Happy happy birthday (They'll be like this) Bye Bye (You gotta find yo cliff) She couldn't teach me how to save She worked and went to school too Like every other day Every check that she'd get She gave it away To Bills, to food, and to us too Damn, you kept us safe I appreciate your off days You always kept a smile We would lay in the grass Get lost in the clouds I guess it's my birthday Might as well reminisce When I was 7 Told you I wanted to be A Veterinarian To save this planet And every living thing It's funny how things change Now I'm saving us In my hometown In different ways Tryna build a park So the kids can have a place And not be like us I wonder where we went left Maybe it was grandma passing That made me go deaf And only hear war And feel hate in my left breast Or maybe crooked cops Who squeezed Till it ain't nun left Or maybe landlords Who kicked us out on Christmas Seeing dead bodies I wished I never witnessed Made me so numb Please Lord can you forgive me? I'm selling poison Tryna afford Shit on my wish list Tryna be fly Like other kids Who was privileged So I got high To pass time With some killas Listening to stories Of glory With gory business I never seen a mall Till I was grown Are you with me? The only outlet we had was music And some bitches 9 times outta 10 She'd cheat Just for a feeling The funny thing is We kept it moving Dog, just forget it Tryna do a sport Favoritism Left us shitty Principle Told me I was nothing I'm like really? Where your principles When school Abuse all your senses I never saw a future Ciara With the Wilson's I never heard the truth Had to research it Just to get it The system Oh so brilliant (Uh) 93-17 gotta find yo bliss (Momma didn't tell me it would be like this) Take ya time And realize You looking into the eyes Of a g And real lies in time Not in an enemy But if I fall To my demise Don't cry The casket Is where Most realize Where real lies (Why momma didn't tell me it would be like this?) Boone She couldn't teach me How to be a man Never really mentioned That pops had different plans (Oh well) Never begged for his love What the f*ck Would it look like? (Huh?) Faking this funk I been hurt I been outworked I been down (Word) But I been crowned North Carolina's Only Hope (Yerp) Dropped Float For my niggas That was drowning In the street flow Stuck to the g-code Never change Was the slogan But I'm mo' Different that befo' 93-17 Bank account on swole Suited up Business meetings 4-5 on the low Gah damn Will I change? Pain Gain In my mindset Painting beautiful pictures Of poverty Lately My canvas been blank Art of war Mixed With this rising crime rate (Uh) Where I stay It ain't safe Don't pump ya brakes (Please don't) Just runaway Stray Bullets Penetrate Or Ricochet Don't let em demonstrate The way (Uh) Lead can change (Uh) Ya whole day Momma told me They'd be days Like this (Uh-huh) 93-17 Gotta find my bliss (Find It) Wings spreaded in this bitch Bout to find my cliff (I'm bout to) Fly high Above the lies Watch me rise While you die F*ck ya life Why you try? F*ck nigga just watch (F*ck nigga just watch) F*ck nigga just watch (Watch) Momma told me They'd be days Like this 93-17 Gotta find my bliss Wings spreaded in this woo Wings spreaded in this woo 93-17 Bank account on swole bitch (Yerp) Stay away From hoe shit Most of y'all niggas bogus (F*ck em) I know that You know That I'm one of the coldest Woo (Coldest) Used to cook over the stove shit (Woo) We sold dope And now we own shit (Woo) Went from whole bricks To selling hope bitch Watch my wings spread Swear to god I'm too focused (Woo) Swear to god I'm too focused (Focused) Went from whole bricks To hope bitch (Hope bitch) We sold dope And now we own shit (We own shit) Used to cook over the stove shit I'm the coldest (Coldest) Uh Uh You know this (Know this) Most of y'all niggas bogus (Bogus) Stay away from that hoe shit (Stay away) 93-17 Bank account on swole bitch
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