Lyrics:
father's homework
That's the kid who gave us a boost
He gave them things on the arms, said for us to be calm
And if some beef pop off, go 'head and ring
When I was a kid, six or seven
My pappy took me out of school to spend the day
And though I was grieving, he said we were leaving
For Fenway to see
We dance in the kitchen on Boxing Day
I held you swaying in my arms to Marvin Gaye
Our Christmas ham turned green by New Year's Eve
We weren't
Catching flashbacks of our eye contact
Wish I could lay you on your stomach and caress your back
I would hold you in my arms and ease your fears
I can't
You understand?
"When I get to heaven, I'll see my grandmother there
She'll say 'Great God almighty, here come my child! He must've got here by
all caps
Lying like yo pride trapped
Trying bring dem times back
Lions gazelles my dialect
Natural boi with biotech
Metal arm from Giga Mech
Why'dcha
We dance in the kitchen on Boxing Day
I held you swaying in my arms to Marvin Gaye
Our Christmas ham turned green by New Year's Eve
We weren't
only an 8-figure, back me up
I been sent by an angel to snatch you up
Take you way above the clouds and back you up
At night you can lay in my arms feel
to take a loss (she went bad on me, y'all)
Damn, it hurts to take a loss
Time passes by, I'm asking, "Why?"
You match my fly, no cap, no lie
Trophy,
he was blinded by the ice
That's when Rae ran out of the back
Towel on, soap on his arms, spit duke around, fell on my lap
Yo, what the fuck
Oh I
Used to be strong
Like a kid
The weight of the world did no harm
And then you confused me to death
Couldn't even look at me in the hallways
through you know the outcome
Critical
Condition in your physical for injurin
The officer and gentleman who stack by the benjamen
Off a beat like this
innovative
They've been afraid of me since I was a second grader
I'm the kid on the playground mama told you to never play with
There's levels of music—and
told by Satan himself in the form of a crow
To murder the kid cold, a part of a pristine whole
No, no, no, no, no
And just had to brag, until somebody
got his first car
Between him and Luke, arm to arm
Chocolate milk and a candy bar
Sometimes I drive by Dawn Drive and wave to the kid I was when we
This kid's on fire, on fire
This kid's on fire, on fire
'Cause the theme's on, and the screen's on, and they see you on the stage
Get the, get the,
dreaming on the other side
If I don't live long enough to meet your little kids
will you tell them stories about all the things we did
Will I leave
I do what I want, bad bitch I call ma. Aye, tattoos on my arm
Bitch I never front. Aye, all I do is taunt. Face to face my blunts
Fly like superman,
Drove by the yellow house
Big house where no one lives
Please never spend a dime on something
That isn't what it is
God tell me all that there is
what you got count
He grabbed me by the arm and said, he said,
"Real quick boy, let me tell you this story
About this real rich dude I used to know real
ride on my back
With time on your hands
You spent your mornings down by the tracks
You had the drivers sign your arms
My hospitals will welcome you
Two bags get my hoe one
Cammdayungen, boy I'm goin' up
You said we bitches, nigga show us
You a kid, nigga, grow up
They say we know em' we don't
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
girl
Lotta people think i don't deserve you
Nobody loves me in this world like you
Drop the drugs is a war
I need you by my side
When I gave you a reason
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