Lyrics:
If I push harder enough I'll go get everything I ever asked for
For every kid in a broken home
The next kid hit by a stray bullet I gotta ride for em
kinda blessed so I wrote this manifesto for life
Co-signed by the others with a knife
On the real tip let's take a field trip from the ghetto
You pick
world, black
My 44 impact will solve that, all of that
Basically off top, just give me mines and get dropped
By the same kids, that shot the cops inside
a troop, go by the name of Duke, uh
Kidnap a kangaroo, I can send a moose, woo
Niggas stole a chain, but I ain't worried, fool
I'ma keep on spinnin' 'til
about what shoulda, would'a and could'a happened
If music was about inovatin' and penetratin' generations by generatin' musical intergration
It wouldn't
Goodie Mob, I was born in the trap
Niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stack
But just like Luda, I was born in the trap
Niggas still got their
piece
I'm the blueprint, I have your clothes
Lookin' like they was designed by bullet holes and shoe prints
When I bless a joint, it's like Spock
Came up
What we're made to follow take the road of debt and sorrow
Slave till sixty five with no lane in future ties
You and I been kicked down by the system
way of life
Mob by the store we toting pistols
This the way we fight
You kill my brother kill your brother
Still don't make it right
This shit got kinda
for a life full of time
I'll take a patch of new mexico and I will call it mine
And I'll swear never to return to the scene of the crime
Well the mob's
the children get crossed
Get lost get struck by vehicles
With no car facts
These type of rides can't buy at a car max
Self hatred from hatred
The process is
niggas (what's that?)
You cannot defeat the Internet, no matter what, so chill, nigga
Don't get distracted by the money, you too relaxed
You livin' life
federalies gonna harrass
But y'all ain't never seen nothing
Not a word not a hint, on the kid from the Project Bench
That went Sony-BMG, to that new
on the trees
Dawg I made it out the pits by putting on doubting a leash
All this drip that I'm coming with they struggling to breathe
I was born amazing I'm
slingin' that crack
That kid C.K. told on O.G. Mack
Sammy the Bull man, he the biggest of them all
He broke the code, he made the whole mob fall
Italian
the streets
It will be guns and roving mobs, land will be useless
Food will become a diminishing return
Nuclear power will be taken over by the many
on your brain
But I'm speaking my mind, that's when I'm born again
And I lean to the side and pour out a lil' drank
'Cause we deep as the mob, so let
RIP to Troup, pour it out
They want me dead but I can't ever die
They livin' false, but I can never lie
Mob baby, baby I got ties
I want chicken
Make more (money man) that the model for the mob
Need a blow-job my model, get a model for the job
Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob, poster,
Nigga
Make more (money man) that the model for the mob
Need a blow-job my model, get a model for the job
Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob, poster,
Nigga
Make more (money man) that the model for the mob
Need a blow-job my model, get a model for the job
Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob, poster,
Nigga
that the model for the mob
Need a blowjob my model, get a model for the job
Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob
Poster, nigga what? Fingerfuck your
act right lay low
We know where yo family live
Trust me you don't want me up in yo grill
Wit a ski mask on duct taping your kids
You can pray all
[Chorus: ]
You used to be my man, we used to be in love
Since we parted ways things is gettin' rough
Just because I got a kid by you
Don't give
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