Lyrics:
knows all about Jesus met the Devil
Hand in hand on a different level
Slaying the brick foundations
Confusing the grand expectations
He knows all about
band
When you haven't got a phone
You better write her a love letter
'Cause a girl with her foundations
Gonna find someone much fitter
And if by chance,
You've been on my mind, and even though
I always haven't been kind
I want to show you that you really divine, sincerely
(repeat 2X)
[Grand
grand momma proud (grandma)
Now I got recognition
Same people doubted see me on television (TV)
Pocket watching on a nigga cheque
Recognize a nigga
Congratulations, your baby boy's a made man
I'ma hold the fam down at least 3 generations
I'm talkin' when spaceships are around
And your great great grands
of the dudes from the past
Even school and the class, talked of future I had
pursuin the madness, truly a passion,
visioning everything, you could imagine
moving
Old School Songs
Half a bitter for the vicar
He's here to save your soul
He's looking fat and jovial
Though he's nearly on the dole
Anne Riley
this shit how I preferred (I preferred)
Mmm
I know I should be humble, but it's somethin' I just haven't learned
Soon enough I'll have to make these
Ayyo, check this out
Brand Nubian gettin' ready to swing this ep'
We got the Grand Puba, we got Derek X on the flex
We got, Lord Jamar, we got
Old School Songs
Half a bitter for the vicar
He's here to save your soul
He's looking fat and jovial
Though he's nearly on the dole
Anne Riley
'cause no one else can talk s*** way I do
School kid, the cool slid
And I rule wid, still shoot wid my 2, kid
Ain't no way on Earth to faze Rick,
style intact
Lay my foundation down, with an amazing sound, time for a new beginning turn the page around
If you haven't walked in my shoes then you don't
where it lands
As long as the impact is bigger than man
Can tell what He wants, just don't know all the plans
Learn as I go, and it's all just so grand
crack no mo', still on my grind
Got a lot of kids at home
Gotta get it on, late night to the early morn'
Fifty grand in my pants like Ivy Smith
Give
shining heart
Is my rising sun
You're my Grand Prix Girl
And I'd do anything
Just to have you in my
World
Grand Prix Girl
I love the way that you
Ride
It's
from Wall Street
The World Economic Forum, the billionaire foundations
And corrupt politicians throughout the world have enforced
These so-called
down our hill
Yo Black it's kinda ill
We don't roll no rocks we just fill
Heads with knowledge, pure foundation
Showing and proving through
An incredible teacher
She taught me
To show and not tell
That there's always
A better word than
Got or get
She said
I should
Join the school band
The next year
down our hill
Yo Black it's kinda ill
We don't roll no rocks we just fill
Heads with knowledge, pure foundation
Showing and proving through
Can I rip the skin off your fucking body
Just like you stripped me from my foundation
By kissing our ass you'd thought we'd be on our knees
It only
guess that's how deep the foundation can thrive
It was a cold afternoon in Baptist High School
Yeah I was in JSS two
A naive guy in the classroom so my
came to make us dumb
Slow and slave through the cane and new rules
Check your school books
Where you got fooled
Way before 1600
The grand interuption
And leave me with nothing on the streets but a hoodie
C.B.U. hoodie
One hundred and twenty grand in debt
And I haven’t started life yet
All good no sweat I’m
that was me i’m
The most chill cool parent there
Is who has time to argue? About what?
It’s about our little guy you
Haven’t had to deal with what I’ve
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