Lyrics:
treat you better than your blood
Reals hella hate, no love
Rarely wanna give a bruh a hug
Everybody family got a alkie
Everybody got somebody in they
from 1819 to the present day. When you put the energy into genuinely cultivating and developing relationships in your own family, you learn and receive
the land
But you can't erase the traces
Of the Lost Tribe of Shabazz
Ain't no future in your frontin'
Look at this outfit I peel back layers like an onion
history, I'd rather not go lookin' through
Family history will repeat, look through your history, you're sure to meet
Someone a walkin' much the same
Scooby Doo and Shaggy
Scooby Doo, it was a mystery
Touchdown, going down in history
Sorry you missed me, call Scooby Doo, it's a mystery
Finessing with
on the stainless
I know if I was DB I’d be full of hella hateness
Made my money moves and I’m clearin all the traces
Got my shiesty on in a crowd up full of faces
Begun Begun
Begun Begun
I got places to be
I got places to see
I got a family to feed
In most of the cases
We win all the races
Gotta remember
a trace and make a change
The rest is history
There will be a moment in your life
Where you're gonna see your place in time
And it is the minute you can
to find your history or trace the shit
You don't know the truth about your race 'cause they erasin' it
Black has got a sour fuckin' flavour, here's
bulls***ting n****s was dying and catching cases
Busting my automatics at motherf***ers in foreign places
Leaving no trace they see my face and then they
Before we learn to live as brothers
And be one family, oh
Every day create your history
Every path you take, you're leaving your legacy
Every soldier
Before we learn to live as brothers
And be one family, oh
Every day create your history
Every path you take, you're leaving your legacy
Every soldier
TVLand and HBO
The History Channel, and QVC, and Lifetime
Your gonna
My butt is aking, as I watch Nascar racing
That show about undertaking, Larry
As the bodies of your family and friends salt the Earth
Know you chose death
Eradication of human kind
Generations laid to rest by the greedy
The game had a whole on me I guess that I couldn't see
What it made of me cuz one day ill make history
What it made of me cuz one day ill make
The way your fingers trace a pattern down my spine
The way your eyes dissolve, then lock up tight with mine
The sweetness of your skin that takes
you bullshittin', niggas was dyin' and catchin' cases
Bustin' my automatics at motherfuckers in foreign places
Leavin' no trace, they see my face
Those who have overseen the writing of history
are the same who have forced it to be class warfare.
Those who have overseen the writing of history
different, I want to be on my own
But Daddy said listen, you will always have a home
Keep it together in the family
They're a reminder of your history
different, I want to be on my own
But Daddy said listen, you will always have a home
Keep it together in the family
They're a reminder of your history
We have been redacted
Written out of our history
Our time and our patience
Our efforts all wasted and
Left us in misery
And all rejected
A cruel
Yvng Ty on the beat
And another one
I think I'm fine but I
Get some time away
Stay on the grind for me and mine gotta keep my
Gotta keep my family
the land
And how many children must we see
Before we learn to live as brothers
And create one family oh...
Every day create your history
Every path
thanksgiving
While in still thankful through
All that fibbin
The truth dies while lies make a living
History games playing stealing family names
Slave names
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