Lyrics:
My brodie got some shooters, but I swear I won't do name checks
Swear he been to war, but he ain't been to Vietnam yet
Been thru hell and back got
trampled on by everyone
Except when he comes in here
And he's the product of the Haggard generation
He's got a redneck side when you get him agitated
He got
Nd people tried to put us down, when iTunes bumped a post-Cold War sound.
My generation sat the mecca of malls, Times Square, I'm there, Viacom
my head
I say it's me verse me
Shit got me feeling Vietnam
They want an end to me
I'm only 16 boutta take over the century
They don't believe
They be
I've been dancing by myself tonight
Shout out to seven by the way
Close my eyes, I'm fading with the light
Did you always keep me in the dark
If you
to wilt, day by day, just like my guilt
In my head where it likes to chime, be damned if it don't take some time
To feel like I belong anywhere
Anywhere
I
Got on a plane in 'Frisco
And got off in Vietnam
I walked into a different world
The past forever gone
I could have gone to Canada
Or I could have
reppin)
I'm the freshest from dirty, Westside rollin close to {?}
From the alley, habits, might die from a overdose
On a mission my vision, clouded by
Vietnam
Ya nahmean jersey's front court
Vietnam, I know i'm gonna talk about it
Parks is Parks for a reason
Right here? Beautiful, look
I'ma need those
you and that ho, got a cap for each
Nigga fucking with my cash flow.
Pid cap, be love cap pid,
Because in the neighborhood
Cause still kill
don't want
And he's well aware the truth
And he told me son
I'll be dead soon
He said I'll be done
By the next moon
So you take my harp
And don't you
Save it for the next one
Let him know that my temper was a cold sun
And tell him everything you know
I'm making up the weather, imagining the snow
by the ocean tide
More so heavier than not got machetes that i rock when the henne's getting popped and my glock is getting cocked
Licking every shot i
it
My verse crazy I write with stray jackets
You can't hack it, some try to backstab
I drive by them haters while
They try to flag cabs
Hate to brag
me
Mama, hold my hand and stay with me
Years go by, the girl's 23
Had a rough go, but she's on her feet
?
A few good years, a wedding ring
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Drive-bys in the truck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in
The letter came in, I’d flown back from Berlin,
Unfolded the page and felt my pain engage.
Somethin’ I don’t got was wanted by a king,
I made up my
Vietnam
I wonder where my money all went
By the time i make it, it's already spent
I got a baseball game and a roller rink
By the way im drinking its
am like falling down
This shit is so strong -
It’s like fucking Vietnam
Trying to stand up
And fix my life
But shit is so strong
I am going down
they're just mad because they got old
And how someday
I'll be that way too
I'll be that way too
And sometimes when I'm by myself
I run my hands through my
money
You might reinstate the draft and I'm gettin bummy
So I clear my head by goin testin testin one two testin
And countin my blessings
And pray for
God, Money and weapons by my side
I, true believer - fighting in this war
Someone told me, someone sent me here
A bow to words, to order of lies
black is black is black
Black is black, is black, is black
Black is black, is black, is black
Judged by both my race and color
Don't you know we need
the fucking shelve
Stuff it in my jeans step on the scene, ruin your health
Snitches run their mouth, that's why I do it myself
No need to co, there's noone
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