Lyrics:
firstborn
Since my very first day on this earth
I was cursed so I knew
That the birth of a child
Would make my life worse
And though it hurt me there was no
live
Brought dimes to Brazil
Fuck the currency ya dig?
Still they wonder how I seem so confident
One can seem pompous
Me and you just need to talk a bit
lil' nigga, I mean it
I done got off the floor, who got shot? I don't know
Headshots up close, lil' nigga, I seent it
Gun got dirty, lil' nigga, I
year, flop all of the time
Stop makin' your records, I ain't answerin' shit
Why don't you get off my dick?
I came in this world by myself, so I don't
down, put them in a woodbox be laid down...
[LIL WAYNE:]
Pussy ass nigga don't talk to me
I make this bitch bring your heart to me
I'm only 5 '8
wonder why he act so ugly, you feeling me?
(I'm feeling you)
[Chorus]
My pops got drunk when me and my moms bounced
Swigged some Jack Dan', sniffed
sipping 'cause I get to tripping
My nigga just roll up a heap of that pine
And only bring a lil bit for the trip
Just in case we get blurped by the 5-0
demons
As you fall through the club
Bad bitches down to do all the above
Money comes fast so bein' hungry don't last
'Til you look in the mirror
but you let it go by, yee
I was just fucked up, I was just down, down bad
I had to tighten the fuck up, but I'm here for the crown, crown (oh, shit)
It's appropriate we go get soaking wet
Toast, we met, become close associates
The place is ours by now I can embrace your style
So much flavor I can
didn't fight or hit back
And you wonder why is it that I treat a mic like a gat?
Fully loaded, but I pull it, a bullet from out a barrel the size (brr)
that you missed
That made you smile as a child you forget
What made you wonder
Ever wonder why your brothers don't click
Ever wonder why you suffer for
Child is playing
She's crying by the side of the river
Her head floating
In her back a hole eternal and black
She wonder if she's death
If the living can
From yo' car to a crap game, no one rolls wit' you
One of Mini-Me's shoes got more sole than you
So by the time you figure out why your record ain't
everyday and ask him why
And ask him to bless your soul every time I pass by
I know he doin' it, and leaving all the love to me
And I'ma prove it,
mind, you can step the fuck off, pops, fuck you
Had to play catch by myself, what a sorry sight
A pitiful plight, so I pray for a starry night
Please
yeah
Some of that Beats By the Pound flavor, you feel me (you heard me)
Get your ice, get your cups, 'cause we 'bout to get fucked in here
You heard
tell me why
Lord please tell me why
They wanna see a young brotha Down Bad
Yea
Man my blood pump just like any Others
Dont ever judge my book by its
mean anything
Through thick and slim we gon' win we a team by any means y'all
[Chorus: x2]
The touch of his hand the sound of his voice
The way
there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passin' by in a stroller remindin'
stomach was empty it seduced
Me to fuck the world
Watch my lil' homies lose
They childhoods to guns
Nobody cries no more
‘cause we all die for fun
So why
like Boosie
The first nigga try me, I pay for the bodies
Just call me John Gotti, yeah
It ain't shit to send a hit
Send a DM on the Gram, hit your bitch
with the Ruger, by the intersect sign
Hit 'em with a Tommy, so my niggas call me Pammy
And I always keep the jammy
In a truck or in a Lamby
Put my
land
Your only son done became a man
Watchin' time fly; I love my people do or die
But I wonder why, we scared to let each other fly
June 1-6, '7-1,
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