Lyrics:
some better options
Don't wanna blame the streets that adopted him, or the doctrine
That got his mind, so boxed up in and I don't judge
But there's no
the fear erase us
Adopted by the slums
Son of guns this is how they raised us
Yo son we gotta raise up
Don't let them just array us
'Til we raisins in
up with little proof
Hopped off this stoop and cocked this duece
Adopted by the street life
Moms was juice and riches
Pops was tools he lifted, son
a cold place
Being deadly depressed in the sixth grade
That's another topic
I don't wanna talk about
She was more than an option
I felt like I was adopted
the trenches is very toxic
They told me let it go but that ain't logic, nah, that's nonsense
I feel like I'm adopted, I was raised by 'em
Many principles that
and Atlanta on my schedule
Its apparent I've adopted the new lifestyle
Flyin round this country rackin up these fuckin skymiles
Got my girl back home feelin
me
But it isn't happenin' ya fraudulent foes
You used to front big time now I suppose
That everything's cool since the style of apparel you adopted
a journey into Tragedy's past
When I was one adopted by Michael Chapman
This was years before I started rappin
My father held a scholarship for a year
But
pretty ill
I want to go home where my feet both feel safe
But there ain't no jobs in the old free state
So I must remain in my new adopted land
me
But it isn't happenin' ya fraudulent foes
You used to front big time now I suppose
That everything's cool since the style of apparel you adopted
eyes
Now being rather humble
I adopted a disguise
As the Minister of State
For Mass Environment Controls,
Who condemn the working classes
For
pretty ill
I want to go home where my feet both feel safe
But there ain't no jobs in the old free state
So I must remain in my new adopted land
birds are my adopted family
I pool myself until I see anemones
All was forgiven when you knelt to help me
In a can of boys
Across a crowd of thorns
This man he was a Mexican
Oh yeah
Adopted into Norwegian
Oh yeah
Turned into American
Oh yeah
But he felt a Mexican
Oh yeah
He was a walking
of justice the lazy judge the governess teaches his son to scream
adopted child true path to trudge no minor plot to undermine his dream
(_preacher_: bless
but adopted you for paper
While you tryna be the greatest and pursue your vison
You call and get the voicemail, nigga, who gon' listen?
They only
adopted twenty-seven cats
Has a Masters degree in Fine Arts, and has been unemployed for 15 years
Jess, you look great, but more importantly—how you doing
And I am gonna follow you around
Yeah, I
I'm eagerly adopted by the darkest atmosphere
Playin' in the playground with all the, all the others, yeah
Mother dear, I do the best I can
When I was a teenager I really did believe
That my parents had adopted me
And the way I carried on they must have
heels
In the fishing pool we'd made
We held hands and we exchanged bands
And we practically lived off the land
You adopted a fox cub
Whose mother was
styles are fatherless, motherless, marvelous
Adopted by every hip hop George Papadopoulos
of my character
Just demassing me in the America
My younger sister, Erika, just adopted a child
My older brother served fifteen, he made it out
Even
there by Rufus house, since we had grew up adopted
I rolled my bike down thirty-eight, then met them Crips that claim harder
Popped up the road
my lil' partner, thirty clips gets emptied
All on my own, I ain't have no father, only in the fifth grade
Adopted as a child, Miss Stephanie Styles,
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