Lyrics:
of this mother fucking house
Trump said out by Easter. I knew that was too soon
Then Easter morning came and Jesus wouldn’t leave his tomb
I don’t blame
keep it gangsta
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Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit {repeat}
us meals
Man fuck a deal, I need some land, a lot of m's and vac seals
Said I'm a top tier trophy and my son a trophy too
If she don't put it in my
the garden, though these hoes ain't loyal
I'm a son of the soil, why I move so royal
Mother, I sober, life of a loner
Lucky number seven got me screaming
that gone go for bat
Boy I'm straight out the gutter you noticed that
Walked in your spot like it's owned by my mother
I do what I want when I'm sober no
bands
I'll take your girl in some sweatpants
On some light shit
My mother used to work the night shift
Pull up on you with an AMG forty three
You prolly
a way
My family gotta eat
Punching the clock like I'm in the twelfth round with Cashius
Get my check, pay all the bills and I'm still Wondering where my
trying to save the defenseless
See people talk about change but do nothing to make a difference
I can't take hearing a mother cry
Sons and daughters
that strippers, and some niggas kitchens
And the rest up in prison for serving robbing and killing
Cash rules by any means, so we chasing our dreams
equal, racism they promote it
Man don't even get me started
60 shots is cold hearted
Another funeral to leave another mother so tarnished
Hate they
by some, but eventually you'll be gone
When you die it may not be of age you may be governing your own fate
If and when you die depends on when you're
they'd start a war
to exploit some brother's mother
Then there's the pyramid, that stands by itself
created by Black people's knowledge and wealth
and over
Ayo real talk, 6ix
As soon as you played me this joint I already knew
Yo this some fucking, Last Call shit
And it got me hella excited 'cause I
Bill ain't a sucka
Part one tripped y'all out part two is a motherfucker
Gimme some bob and I'll start by killing me
I'm dead so pass the bob G
I don't know, never mind..."
Jack and Bill went up the hill to chug a couple six packs
But Bill was down his face did frown, and so did Jack's
See
all some killers
But look into the eyes of a ghetto child influenced by the street
Go to sleep to gunshots, wake up from the sirens of the police
See
and fame
But will anyone remember my name?
Flash and burst! On and on!
Reinforced by the roar!
The part of my squad is already dead
Some due
wish these bitches well when they wish for me to fail
I might donate petty bills, they can't get it by they self (bitch)
That's why I treat my men
and Daughters
My people, my people ooooo
Mothers and fathers
Sons and Daughters
Show some love
Show some love
Show some love
Show some love
Show some love
Show
mother, yeah
Who gon' come with me when it's homicide
One of you
Who gon' take over if I need a light
No one
Who gon' ride by my fuckin' side
My mama
Who
Get money and chill, dollar
Bill rap gangsters, those my real fellows
Rambo rap, renegade rebel
40 cal ammo when they clap to spray devil
Bandana up if
Would stick with me for life like a tattoo
Son, I have some bad news
It breaks my heart that I have to tell you
That Uncle David has hung himself
up in the morning got raped by bill bill cosley the first god damn what the fuck has happened to me? Losing my mind every single goddamn day. I hope
Word up....
You know you like a Donald Goines nigga, that's off top....
[Carl Thomas]
"I got bills and shit to pay, and another mouth
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