Lyrics:
Yeah
Brenda Had A Son
Hey Baby, That Baby there is Brenda's Boy
Hey Baby, That Baby there is Brenda's Boy
on them pills
Dade County dope-boy, best believe I'm 'bout dat doe
Chose come up get em yep, we ain't really by that def
Yeah, I'm the future, got
blinded by what's real talkin bout they real
Boy fuck how you feel nigga
This is the Anthem
Fuck how they feel son
Everybody on your top once you sign that
no wrong
I don't know about my sisters, could they all say the same
All I know is I can't let my father's image bring pain
Mom and daddy split, she
don't know what direction it's gonna go in
Or at what speed it's gonna go in
This project was like, all over the place
If you listen to Cruisin' By
park you
Jog right by their little run, don't listen son
It's just white noise, time to clamp down
Apply pressure enough to burst a dam
Short circuit Dow
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
Well what a pickle of a situation
My heart's torn between my country and my man
I've been gifted many gifts by this nation
But the gifts might be
smile that was always on her
Shit
I mean it's only proper
And A-Rich on that night they shot ya
I find that boy that robbed ya tell em think it through
like the twenty-second
Come hither when I beckon
Son, you like every hour, you better check-in
Smoking moonrocks at the boondocks
Busting forty-five
the ride
'Cause I'm not stupid, I don't drink and drive
I'm not a beginner, amateur or local
My album is sellin' because of my vocals
You know what you
I grab the beer, but not in the ride
'cause I'm not stupid, I don't drink and drive
I'm not a beginner, amateur or local
My album is sellin'
don't drink and drive
I'm not a beginner, amateur or local
My album is sellin' because of my vocals
You know what you need to learn?
Old School
(Verse 1)
I was motivated by Scherff, now I'm killin every verse
Remember when they hated, now my album on they shirt
I got different flows, this
really real son is it really real
Somethin’ I can feel or something on the billboards
Houses on the hills boy is it really real
But is it real son is it
my shit I don't reciprocate the sentiment
Do a lot of favors for my boys, don't mention it
Everyone my son you can list me as a reference
And you can
a word) and all my groupies and dimes
(Don't say a word) keep it quiet, yo, don't say a word, son
(Don't say a word) keep it quiet, yo, don't say a word, yo
And the bottom line is I'm on the clock
24/7 the hustle don't stop
Oh yeah, I'm from the A, that's my stompin? ground
Son, if you on your Joc we stand on common
Plenty more for you, boy
We in the funky four door, no floor
Hit me on the celly, watching Belly
God's son, I can see they study Makaveli
And I spit from the soul, the only way you're gonna feel it
Memories of me getting beat by my dad as a youth
This album represents me, nothing but
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
what to do, P's and Q's since a schoolboy
Now we bout to ball out boy
I put my all in going all out boy
Now I'm the one they call on but don't call out
label
(in collaboration with DJ Khaled, DJ Pharris
And the producer Hit Boy) predictably
The pharmaceutical combine Novartis
Objected to
The title
Khaled said, y'all know he don't like losin' (he don't)
How he get the number one album over Khaled (how?)
When he be out here tossin' other niggas'
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