Lyrics:
an Ernest Hemingway portrait painted by Ernie Barnes
Clean sneakers and dirty horns, last soldier of thirty gone
Who lost hope but still journeyed on
Yet
really blows my mind
I don't know that I survived
Still I go back from time to time
And visit others by their grave sites
Wish mama had lived to see
That
See you can't handle pressure on your own
So why you carry boulders by yourself
They stole the story they tell it wrong
And glorify the horror
in my mama van
Stop for gas on Rosecrans trust me
These niggas rushed me for something
My cousin probably did
Guilty by association
Story of my life
had the cheek to sit by My side man I was hurting
You went your way and stole my soul like it was nothing
Who you think your foolin huh
I trusted your
gettin' smoked, you put a hand on me
Shots run it down even if he had a broken foot
All through COVID, we still sold it by the boatload to push
Pandemic
one of these oldheads
If you give me Blac Chyna I'ma leave you on read
My money is my money so I put it in my sock
Here's some advice, bitch, go get
Moncler
I stabbed him twice more
The fuck I'm takin' your advice for?
When they cut mama lights off
I started sellin' white soft
It's ironic the nigga they
Detroit I supply them (no)
I'm talking loud I'm a buy em' (come here)
Can't cook but I'm gonna fry him
My advice, don't stand by him
50 round chopper
your mama, I just bought a whip
On you pussy where you niggas gotta sit
Sayin' pussy 'cause you sure ain't gotta dick
Born Breadwinner, fuck that
Niggas switch up on they niggas to the niggas that's poppin'
I give life to my kids, daddy gave life to the pigs
Only reason niggas out they gave advice
the microphone
Ooooh, mama did you hear they want make me superstar
Ooooh, mama did you hear they're gonna make me a star
You seemed startled by the way that I
(Banger)
What up, nephew? Man, you know what it is
I wanna start this jawn just by sayin' man, I'm so proud of you, man
But after that, it's all
say this
I've been waiting till the day that I could say this
I'm the boy right now good gracious
On god mama knows that I prayed this
When they see
I hit the booth
A strong nigga still a soldier through and through
Mama stressed by a couple of things I need to mention
I think my bro is in need
mama know it too
Your family put me up on game
Said you had a whole 'nother life
I've fallen for your lies
But last night everything changed
Another
4am vibes, writing all night
My tracks are a treat, I be rewarding the mic
You be flexing yo' money, you need some boasting advice
Just show your
better be careful
Mama I always I thought knew better
The Love and Trust
Get sold separately
I fucked up ima do better
2 Hotheaded in the cool weather
debilitating stances defiant of scourge
Society yawning as silence passes by to answer a mass call
Try to type and Skype a violent virus by mind's design
What they know
What they know
What they love
What they want
Melt my eyes
Melt my skin
Like I'm burnt up by the sun
When I run
When I run
When I'm
was begging me to put you out
I'm angry that I chose you instead of me
I'm angry that i stayed
My mama used to say don't get burnt by the same flame
is shut your mouth
Or I'll shut it for you
I don't need your help
Can stand all by myself
What you need to do is
Fuck off now and go to hell
What
on the phone, for the replies
Check on the friends, for the advice
I don't wanna miss it, take a chance
Make a move, tryna do nice by the insta
CIA movement, im
And focus on my dough cause I must proceed (must proceed)
Mama used to say Id make it and I take her advice
She was on her 9 to 5, I was out on heists
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