Lyrics:
mother's side, I am the grandson of William Bullock and Mary “Mamie” Elizabeth Thomas. I don't have the full lineage on my Father's Mack side, but I'm
imagination running wild I see a wife you see a child
But I'm due for luck she wont be creaped
By the end of this song in her mind in my arms she leaps
Now if
and make us parents happy.
Child 6:
Good is the right thing and bad is the wrong thing.
Child 7:
When I'm good my mother never yells at me, when
on time but time ain't a thing
So I feel like I'm hanging by a thread, by a string
Cause either I'm forgotten in my death and I die for good
Maybe that's
understanding
You're all (ya don't stop)
I need
To get by
(W-w-wild, I'm about to blow) man, woman, and child, yeah
You're all
I need
Oh, you're all I need
What they know
What they know
What they love
What they want
Melt my eyes
Melt my skin
Like I'm burnt up by the sun
When I run
When I run
When I'm
to run
I am a child,
A child of Babylon
On my day of judgment
I know how it will be,
I'm prepared to meet my maker
With no hope for charity
I'll
Never been a problem child I be rapping cos I love it
Seem to be a problem now spiting solid like I’m dumb sick
Can’t nobody count me out, they ain’t
full of her fingers
Yeah, sitting in the bathtub
Says, "I'm scared and lonely"
Never seen no-one, says
"I'm scared and lonely"
Here come
full of her fingers
Yeah, sitting in the bathtub
Says, "I'm scared and lonely"
Never seen no-one, says
"I'm scared and lonely"
Here come
into it
But then it comes back
Whenever I get too ahead of myself
I just gotta be more humble
But I'm back, bro
Double album coming
They're ready,
looking kinda sus
I'm rolling around in my forerunner every day
Meanwhile you're in the Saturn that's child's play... And it's got me like
Where my dolla
of the world turned me to a grown up
I’m watching time go by like a meter man
Wishing I never had to grow up like Peter Pan
Cause now I live the life of a grown
them on the guest list
Pressed bitch got these boys running me wild
But I'm they top three and bad B Destinys Child
My wave is going up like the nation
like time passing me by, slower than a slug
While this feelin' inside of my body's feelin' like a rug
You can hug me, rub me on the back like a child
Aye bro, finally!
Welcome to the album, Listen Hard Or Disregard
(I'm still drunk) Facts, and we're on our way (Yuh!)
Smoke said the folks throwing
won't help fill the
Hole in my soul
That I'm tryna fill
By reaching all these goals
Maybe the recognition
Will make a nigga whole
Causing living up
Killa what's really good my nigga
Un casa what's really good
What's really good flee
Yo, what's really good
I got ta get on this album
I just
Half you fuckboys lying
Don't make that shit frequent
Is it trouble in the paradise
Bought your album and the shit is overpriced
But I'm still polite
who's listening and didn't go cop your own copy
I suggest you go handle your BI
Now I'm about to take this time out to plug the next
Flipmode Squad album
and blast
And make the party live
I'm in the unusual, crucial life so nigga
Pay attention when I come thru
For you and ya crew
It's just a man and his music
I
study every letter
I'm the first draft pick
With the last laugh, bitch
Yeah, I'm angry on the track
But I deserve to be
'Cause all these rappers with no
to evacuate)
It's Amicella
I did what they said that I couldn't
I'm stirring the pot I'm not cooking
They coming like two by two, bars hit like a four by
to pass me by and leave me all alone
I know they'd like to take me but when they see that I'm blind
They always take some other child and I'm left behind
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