Lyrics:
So I lead by example
Little did I know sleep deprivation is harmful
Lwansta stop sleeping on Lwansta he's just a kid
Lwansta stop sleeping on Lwansta
Bunch of young kids, lost looking for hope
Bunch of young kids, always getting told no
Bunch of young kids, in the dumps and on they own
To all my
bounced, he was ready to bust
Throwing up Glen Garden like a loaded gun
The crowd scattered after that like he unloaded one
Grew up as an urban kid, Funky
you in that brand new
Chill spot in the young and rich district
Where everybody falls in love and the
Only thing you see is
Cool kids and gold chains
really fucking with me
Mommy's Home and the kids been bad
Mommy's Home and the kids been bad
Mommy's Home and the kids been bad
The kids been bad and now
us
Don't lie to me
Get your money up
Bali in a week
Fly me out then kiss my cheek
Return of the kid
Let's go
Return of the kid
Let's get it
Return
But I was slowly getting better day by day
Tuning out those words you'd always used to say
When you told me all this time it was for nothing, nothing
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten
Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten
Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below, the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's moving
school, you're burning up fuel
An angel of death, the face of a ghoul
I ain't your idol, kid, I'm just a gangster
I cannot save you, son, I ain't no savior
Cute kid
Mama called him Billy Jean
Was hoping for a daughter
Not a prince or a king
She had it planned out
With the walls painted pink
Not knowing
I'm just a
I'm just a
I'm just a
I'm just a
I'm just a kid
That got corrupt
By this fucked up world
We living in
We just some kids
That got corrupt
rode by
The new kid waved and shouted
"Hi!
Hi! I'm the new kid
Would you be my friend?"
But...the boy on the bike said
"No indeed!
I've got all
On this side kids do drugs
On this side kids gang bang
On this side better know your codes
On this side damu hang
On this side we talk slang
On this
Yeah, Chubby huh
Guess the kid did good
I guess the kid did good kid did good
'Cause every time they get around me
They look at me so proudly
I
back-to-back foreigns all in a row
Ride by the kid wit' the left up, draped up, dripped up
Hold up, I was just dabbin' by mistake
I was just fuckin' your
gonna give her kids a better life
Than what she's got
And that's what keeps her getting by
In every dark cloud
She keeps finding that silver lining
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
of Stockton
I''m weighing in at two -o -one
But there's a man in the front row
Sent down by the mob with a gun.
For 'Kid Gloves', 'Kid Gloves', I'm
Another day another problem
Kids fighting battling demons that steady haunt them
We tryna live in a place where there ain't no sense of space
They want to destroy your kids
And they want you to join in
They want to groom your kids
And they want you to support it
They drag their kids
mad about it)
And I can't deal with me, my enemy, is somewhere in my head
(So I'll be by myself)
Somewhere in my head
Can we still be kids
Can we still
when it came to school
The kid was known to be real good
Never had to worry about making jugs
Surrounded by people with real love
But it's more
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