Lyrics:
with the fake-ass handshakes
You can slide by me with the rest of them damn snakes
Flakin' like paper while I'm takin' my life serious
You talkin'
claim to be violent
I’m fucking bored of being a slave to this board
Just one in a hoard of poor sad kids braving this gore
So many of us die in silence
niggas no seeds. The very same logic we use when we smoke weed. 'Cause we them smart kids, dumb kids, poor kids, art kids...on a tab created by two rich
watch this game Lord knows
You stay in the house no outdoors
[Kids] You ain't my daddy!
[HMSS] What you say?
[Kids] You ain't my daddy!
[HMSS] What I
him of GZA back then I was a cold
Little nigga painting pictures
Avalon did that, six pack
Raised by them killers that’ll never
Bring them kids back
to bind us all
Bind us together like a platinum truss
Giving it over, giving it over
I'm putting my heart into treasures that don't rust
I'm giving it
trip
You gets no love from East Oakland, bitch
Got sprung, even though it's not legal
A young black man livin' like rich people
I got this game from
and filthy, gotta have our Way like the Milky
Innocent until I'm proven guilty
Never got caught in the game of tag
Momma never kept a boyfriend wit kids this
I love this game, yeah haha, haha, haha!
Yeah!
We be balling
Everybody likes sort of plays we calling
Your team falling we ain't stalling
We just
Why so serious?
Modern warfare with a twist
M4A1 to genie dust
Ay Veda's beating us
I'm so devious
I get on my carpet I float like Aladdin
Drafting
the game n' shit
But the devils trying to change up
My lane n' shit
But I'm Ghost
It can be the lamest shit
By the same old kid
But you niggas still ain't
none of that, you just feel it in the air
Hush, 'cause you're sounding like a lullaby
You're making me tired, so
Hush, ya' damn game is so weak
to pick up game
Raised
On the corner of
Hard Knocks and Tread Softly
If these kids are too soft then
They'll be picked on
Call it picnic season
They will
many kids grew up sad but not glad (Like us)
How many
How many
How many
Ohh
How many kids just like me
Had a step daddy (Yes you did yes you did)
cnd
other rappers i'm dropping
Possesed to the game like contacts that i got from hopsin
You ring my bell i'm coming to your head and i'm knocking
Got your
we rocking the crowd,
Get gwop by the thou', wow
Come on and roll with the kid, back to the crib
Car real fast, bed real big
Just like that,
like you crazy, he got classic shit
[Verse 2]
Its the killa kid from the bronx
Holdin down to the death
You can hear the squad comin
By the sound
your seat at?
Where your plate, where your lobster, where your sea bass?
We ain't never left, acting like we back
You should see us now taking pictures
with my kids like the planets collidin'
The lesser of the two evils so I could keep providin'
Such a celebratory moment, everything was pleasant
My
taught us
Ain't no second time to appreciate
Tell them kids they gotta stay in school or ride with us
Ain't no second time to appreciate
When it all
Hi kids
Welcome to cloud nine
We sure are glad ya stopped by to see us!
We got some special suprises for your red asses today
We got the insane clown
Kids Next Door
Big Dreams We Explore
Talking down we Ignore
Teach a Lesson Crash Course
They Cant get us "Where we been?"
We Them Kids, yeah the Kids
a man and stood for it
Homies left me when I needed them the most
So this here's a toast cause I grew for it
Runnin' the game like, ooh Forrest
Don't lose
Whoo Ha! Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled
By the black menace k-Dot thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier
On point like
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