Lyrics:
me from dust, that's why I did dirt
You said that the last shall be first
Now I'm in a hearse, what's this cash really worth?
My whole life I had
hold you back from what you s'posed to get every time
Now what's the line when it's crossed, what's the spine in the force
Fucking up your brain, this is
S.O.G
The sons of God
If you don't look like your father, there's probably a problem
Doubts and accusations of scandal is what they're calling
kill his mother (goddamn)
Like that's what you get for tellin', niggas need to be educated
When Bobby Shmurda come home, he need to be celebrated (free
to pay
We got nothin' figured out
When it was hard to take
Yes, yes
This is what I thought about
Do you remember, we were sittin' there by
brothers
See to us it doesn't matter till it hit too close to home
By that time you stuck defenseless can't believe that person gone
And now you gotta trust
And the purpose of life can be defined by scientific outcomes
So tell me what theory can you cast your care on?
And what quadratic equation can get your son off
hold on, hold on
It's good that you believe, but it's better if you know
So hold on, hold on
Someone's there to catch you, when you're ready to let go
I
the world is ours
Mind your place your in the face of a god
Time erased by the lack of law
Misplaced by what you saw
Up and down back and forth
The turn
Tonite we gone get that money right, yo
Tonite we gon' blow thru all the lights, yo
Tonite is our one and only chance, son
We're gonna hold Mark
I sell and I cop shit
Like Father Like Son, well, I was adopted
I told the Birdman, "Stunna, give me a chance"
But I don't even wanna tell you what
And He crucified his Son
So tell me why you don't believe
What's better than this God
More faithful than any other
The only consistent One
Let go of what
parles français
Speaking french, we came from Paris
Hold up, wait
I got a question for you
Would you believe
If a nigga would tell you that you cannot do
to pay
We got nothin' figured out
When it was hard to take
Yes, yes
This is what I thought about
Do you remember, we were sittin' there by
wanna be a man today
I don't wanna be a Christian, Muslim, gay, straight, or bi, see you later, bye
Not perceived by the things I believe or the color
no good son said mama how have been you doing?
I was on my way home to see you
I was on the say to tell you
I do not do what I use to do
I stop by
, spotting his love
Hold the mic like a .38 muzzle to snub
This flow, call it OJ blood on the glove
Above rap, capital G's speak on the facts
Please believe
be here
My vision was blurry and now I see clear
You wouldn't believe what I made in a year
Draped in designer, I'm sticky as hell
I run Atlanta, I
And I start asking why
You gotta slow down your breathing
You gotta slow down your mind
My mom don't know what to do, so she just stand by my side
Man, I
Don't erase what I did, don't erease the beginning!
You're not ready for this.
Uh-huh. You see, my name is KRS-One G
And um, see, when I be
when day comes pray so a miracle will keep it protected
Some of us gotta go but you know it you expect it
I gotta believe, in more than I see, in
tragedy
To run, to run away, to find, what you believe
And I leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies
I lost my faith to this, this town that
(Big Snoop Dogg.. bow wow!)
Where you representin? (West coast)
You gon' hold it down? (Please believe it nigga)
Enough said then nigga (hold up..
on me I need
Sunlight in my life I cannot proceed
I need you to stay right by my side
Your the only one who makes me feel alive
Only only hold me hold me
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