Lyrics:
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
Hold on now, I just saw some friendly fire
Tactics that we don't require
Our aim is off and yet we still conspire
Focused on the words of a liar,
willed to her by her late mum). So, he didn’t treat her well, he had instilled the poverty mentality in her, so things were really difficult. Shaine’s
took the law in my hands
So here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
There's
the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
There's still crime in the city
But it's good to be free
Now I
Klan killer
Bury him in the Earth beneath
Drown him in gasoline
Light the fire and burn they sheets
Yeah, I'm a survivor, it's not a mystery
(Nah) even
For the gangstas,
cll across the world,
Still,
It's still,
Rest in peace,
Pop Smoke,
We won't sit still,
Who hit,
The corners,
In this cold,
Cold
are not just art for Michelangclo to carve
He can't rewrite the agro of my furied heart
I'll wait on mountain tops in Paris, cold
J'veux pas mourir tout
Fifteen years Le Bing Son
Fought side by side with the Americans
In the mountains and deltas of Vietnam
In '75 Saigon fell
And he left his
These pussy niggas be talkin'
I swear to God I'll blast 'em
Show them that I'm forreal, man I be ball
Look at that fake ass chain look like
He got it from
in.
Should've pinned.
You was pretendin' to be friends.
We was slickin by the snake in the grass,
Slither slicked a nigga fast.
Yeah,
took the law in my hands
So here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
There's
fire in their place
The Spirit of the Lord spoke by me, and His Word was on my tongue
Yes, the God of Israel said, the Rock of Israel spoke to me
slain
By my own thoughts, Paper thin
I could fold into cranes
These girls could line me up
Why do You still choose me?
I hand myself in, on our Father,
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
nigga
It still hurts my soul to know my brother caged in
He work a job in there, he work the day shift
That's 19 cents an hour on the slave ship
My
that just stand by itself
But like I said
I'm sorry I'm mixed
Rise up from dust to dust
God looked down and said that's enough
He snatched King right
While she silenced, the girl put a sock in it (whoa)
I got hitters and killers, they arsonists
I got drugs, I'm a street pharmacist
He a rat, the Glock
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
Yeah
Somehow, some way
We gotta make it out the hood some day
Can't lie, I still wake up and jugg some days
Just to make sure that my family good
He gone gleam
Fire for the King not dire fire in the streams
Real desire for the King
I'm flying higher for the King
Not ashamed nah
Making sure he
to get in a position
so that I could open fire
Fuck a ski mask, unpolished fish grease
Let the fully blast
May he rest in piss Miss smash up outta there
I
friends
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?
Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need
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