Lyrics:
Son said my mother when I was knee high
You need of clothes to cover you and not a rag have I
There's nothing in the house to make a boy's
50 my aka is two gun Charlie
Find me up at 4 in the
Mornin' to catch me a body
Waitin' for you in yo projects
By your staircase door
Come out! Come
kingdom come
Even growing up a Christian, I could never brag
Cause my greatest efforts are but filthy rags
You gotta hate the sin you're delivered from
Na, Na, Na, Na
By the life that I been through
Just take a walk up in my shoes
You might not ever make it thru
Skewee
By the life that I been through
a wretched hag
Timmy blinked and opened his eyes
He was washing pots
With an army rag
Our hero's life turned olive drab
He was cast into a four year
the props on the Eastside spots
Known to hit a five from a mile with a shot
Goofy was Mickey Mouse right hand man
One day smoked a stick, and came up
bread in individual slices
And something in the daily rag to cancel any crisis
What would you say, what would you do?
Children and animals two-by
They talk to the sister the father and the mother
With a microphone in one hand and a checkbook in the other
And the camera noses in on the tears
was, she counted on her hand how many Fall previews she would miss that night.
She cursed. "Damn weather."
Then brought her hand back up to her head,
to the beat together
‘Cause the monster in my closet
Held me down and tied my hands
So I put two middle fingers up
And taught him how to dance
Yo I came up from
dance to the beat together
‘Cause the monster in my closet
Held me down and tied my hands
So I put two middle fingers up
And taught him how to dance
Yo I
Cut from the body of a gangster
Up went to god he was a stranger
Prolly love danger stuck inside ways niggas
Pointing out lasers a year ago it prolly
For far too long I've been imprisoned in the dark
Held by the fear that stills the hands and cools the heart
I can feel it even now
Feel it grip
of the Radio Times
The Bible and those with false teeth
c sick society dropping national health
Stirred up by gay boys protected by their wealth
Now
giving me what to eat
So many efforts all in vain, i swear i no go give up
Better better days ahead to the sky me i look up
Your blessings oh lord make i
scared
Gotta keep that shit player
Catfishes on that lake shit
Always cast a bait fish
Slaughter daughters Jason
Practicin the basics
By the time you get
had our biggest year ahh (Up)
I used to shop at the Sears ahh (Shop)
Only coupons for the gear ahh (Drip)
Six figures done by this year
Banana McLaren,
up by her roots to grow
Her mother knew only pillaging, of empty bottles, promises and barrels
She never knew her father, now long dead, or wild,
you getting money throw yo hands up
If you thinking money homie stand up
If you getting money dip to this anthem
And mob to this anthem and live by
this day, those days, we cast away
The pain inside and all you hide
The pain inside and all that you hide
cll that you hide
Hanging by the thinnest
They talked to the sister, the father and the mother
With a microphone in one hand and a chequebook in the other
And the camera noses in to the tears
Always wanting more, like I ain't enough
All your expectations, never measured up
Working overtime, sick of earning love
Gave you everything, now I'm
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Yeah
Let's take it down south
This one's going out to all the city boys
I grew up overshadowed by vast nooks
Couldn't catch the eye of no city girl
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