Lyrics:
You can do it too young blood
I did you can do it too
I know niggas are like there's no returning when I
Bought that white five-fifth
So white
one there in the mirror
Who gon be there when your body transforms to spirit
Listen to music the message becomes clearer
That's when you realize your
Turnin' my phone off, you gotta find me by a blood hound
And I don't smoke nor drink when I'm workin' on these beats
I gotta lock in 100 percent, charge it
on the Lord and stay sober instead
I call on the Lord when I’m over my head
I call on the Lord and stay sober instead
Clingin’ to God by the hem of His garment
I know your baby never hurt nobody
But he got his ass smoked at that Mustard party
Og Blood, everybody know me when I came in with the little
y3 s3 America
Wo finu s33 wo ex Nu y3 obaa ama
haters, Oh chaw
Kanta I get foes like that
But w3 de, m3 kye, 3ti, AC cool, When I blow like that
Please stop this!)
Roast me in your flames, haha!
AIDS is God's punishment
Please stop this music!
You wanted a gospel play
Well, this is the only
(At this point the interview fades whilst the music grows in intensity)
Then, before I left, I turned around and told the judge "I'm here to state
turnin', my thought's turnin'
Burnin' castor oil, I been determined to make an earnin'
This seed in this soil is classified
I'm satisfied when I
when
You start stepping and I gotta change ‘round
Every single time that
I see guys with my three eyes
Please, would you stop it? Would
You just knock
pocket size
Who can it be, who's making the problems rise?
Man it's me, when I take my eyes up off the prize
We have to see, all our rotten pride has got
around me
The law evolve around me
The shit people do to get a
Piece of me astound me
Blood stains my face when drug deals go wrong
I'm given
where to find that Mystery God
I don't see him, so you know the shit is kinda hard
I searched and searched, but still there's no sign
It's
Thats why i write these rhymes til it aint no ink
But
This is America, we make catchy songs about killing each other if you aint from the area
A shame im
And tells me I smell like piss-a.
His drink, Jimmy Beam.
His chaser, a beer.
After that, various alchohols.
That's when the beatings get so severe,
I sleep,
I
is to say we live in a blind society
I mean, a society that is blind to it'self
Is blind to the rest of the world
When I listen to music there's
step to the stage like I'm up to the plate
Hit it out the park, see the look on your face
I've been saved by the grace, won't be tame in the place
Try
High Wycombe, England, grew up and died in Buckinghamshire, England by miraculous assumption C. AD14/17 where he is known as Infant at the age recorded
High Wycombe, England, grew up and died in Buckinghamshire, England by miraculous assumption C. AD14/17 where he is known as Infant at the age recorded
That's when the beatings get so severe
Asleep I pray he falls
But don't feel sorry for me
Things weren't always this bad
Why, when I was a young
to free you
When they see you up then they want you down
How I am supposed to fly
When ur tied to ground
Corporate America causing mass hysteria /
like me blood on the street
Busting the heat, rappers like me shoot in the street
Seen people killed by police
It's crazy to me I can see people like me
loving, is the size of my shoe
And that's the new size that'll hold you, let your shit come through
See one deep I'm whooping clicks, gangs
With my 50
loving, is the size of my shoe
And that's the new size that'll hold you, let your shit come through
See one deep I'm whooping clicks, gangs
With my 50
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