Lyrics:
I want to dedicate this song to my Pops
Even though you're gone and I'm missing you alot
Know you'll never be forgotten, forever living through me
I
father proud, father proud
Somebody help me please, Im calling out
Theres nothing easy bout my life I took the hardest route
Nobody knows, nobody knows
Im
for the sins that I might have
I don't really talk to my real dad
But my Father in Heaven has always been there
He picking up when I call Him He don't
nigga balling
Mike Jordan, pardon my swaggy
Even my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the family
We said fuck it bought two houses in Miami
wear Versace shirt they wear their ray bann
So they need Versace shirt happy is the nation
Dem play me song for tv and radio station
Dem a see me risen
Born in the heat of the desert
My mother died givin' me life
Deprived of the love of a father
Blamed for the loss of his wife
You know Lord I've
Born in the heat of the desert
My mother died givin' me life
Deprived of the love of a father
Blamed for the loss of his wife
You know Lord I've
Born in the heat of the desert
My mother died givin' me life
Deprived of the love of a father
Blamed for the loss of his wife
You know Lord I've
an invasion
But, yo, I can't go on
Because this is the end of my part on the last song
Real G from the streets, villianous when he speaks
For all you
Ring
Father, it's me
I'm ready to come home now
Please
It's so hard down here
"I know my child
But be of good cheer
For I have overcome the world
God in all this mess?
Well, see that's the reason for the song
See, wherever you go there's one thing ya got to know
God, is right there by your side
relax
Not a Catholic, flows holy like father like Son
You can have the trend but I'm keeping keys to my heart
Dead men tell no tales you should get that
the friendzone
I'ma kneel in the endzone
And my ex had nothin' inside, so you know that I hopped out a window
Anti-political, only makin' songs that I like
the she hulk
A bitch with the green, the pedal I can't keep my feet off (GREEN)
I don't rock chains, but I'm on the grind til me, Melo, and Ray Loot could
I'm tryna right my wrongs
But it's funny them same wrongs
Helped me write this song, now
I'm tryna right my wrongs
But it's funny them same wrongs
says it all the way
Nothing can get in my way
And no matter what tomorrow may bring you I'll be right
At your side with open arms and opens eyes
You know
of movie stars with diamond rings
But I ain't got my baby and I'm feelin' wrong
That's why I gotta sing my song, yeah
I'm goin' back to Indiana
Sad3by
What are we talking about?
Oh yeah thats right
In the empty pages of my soul,
Sad lyrics bleed, they take their toll.
A prisoner of my own
on more than a nic' (yeah, bitch)
My Brooklyn bitch in the Garden, while we watchin' the Knicks (yeah-yeah)
Walk your bitch like a pit', dogshit by my hip
anyways, F it, what's been up? Man, how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call
It’s Cam Carter people
(Ray K on the track)
Listen
Listen the the vision
Let me make incision in my brain for the pickin'
No more bickerin' about
There is always a ray of hope
In every darkness
And my Father says
You are my child
So I won't forsake you
I'm at your side
Through the good times
Born in the heat of the desert
My mother died givin' me life
Deprived of the love of a father
Blamed for the loss of his wife
You know Lord I've
Born in the heat of the desert
My mother died giving me life
Deprived of the love of a father
Blamed for the loss of his wife
You know Lord
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