Lyrics:
and crazed by the way you taste
I'm so afraid in mind
But it'll be okay
But that all I'll say
Cause we'll be alright
We'll be okay
We'll be alright
We'll be
to preachers
and they hustle in slums
pray for a brighter days and then you get burned by the son
that was God
the way I could've went ,
You weren't ready for me to step on stage
It's okay - but it's too late for you to stop me
So be very afraid - I get carried away
By the Snare
and put in they butt
Not me I stash mine up in the tuck
Mom say son don't be no fool
I'm trying to buy a Bentley, a house on the pool
I just want a piece
as the outcome is income
I'm the shit son, the HNIC in son
Jamaican posse click run
He made me body shit young
Always been ahead of the game and
Have to change
Makin' money at thirty with a wife and a son
Then a short five years later, it all comes undone
She's gone back to mama with the boy by her side
surrounded by peers
That make me want to
Peel the skin away
So I could live in spirit
The Son shining but they shade Don't know to run away
Had to ask shorty
this is where it gets more interesting
Mom sits me down
Says hey you have more siblings
They all half blood
Yes son
From your dads side
Like he was
and he died on me
I had my son on my shoulder I started crying on him
Amiri
My brother called me facetime I declined on em
Trying to hide my emotions
I
at me now, look at me now
Look at me look at me look at me now
No one can bother me not in the slightest
I'm yellin victory throw in your towel
I'm taking
to getting old
Remember all the life lessons that my daddy told
That man was crazy but he raised a beast
And I'm just thankful I was blessed with some sons
dead, after all this fire from this heat
Aw shit I see a dress in the front seat
It turned out to be his Mama, and his lil' son
Father forgive me for what
That's when he broke into his older son house mayne
It's strange to watch ya dad box
Ya beat ta death talkin about, "All you had to do was ask me fo some
be more like him.
Our fathers will was done,
By giving us his son,
Who paid the highest cost,
To point us to the cross.
And when I think of him,
and you go rise
Ooh, now tink about dat
Me tell ya, long time
Where done and you go rise
Shades of Culture brethren
Come y'all fee shine
When I get
face, not even trynna flex
He loved the world He sent His Son to bear the cross instead
So we take up our own and follow in His steps
He called me His own
that in this nightmare, no not that, that's too for real
God I fought you tooth and nail but you made me go through all of this
Now I have to call
and healthy son
Oh no I'm not the one
My name Joe
Came the man from immigration
Said I've got a job to do
Easy questions easy answers
Just point me
on Marco Thomas called the police when his crib got hit
Fucc dat nigga tweet he try to act like he my homie
but hangin with who told on me on Lanez you
tell it
I let y'all tell it I love all this shit
Got a couple issues with commitment
Now it's therapy
If I don't love myself
Why would she love me
Why
ya
Thanks fa always healing us
Prayers every time we visited
Called me n my siblings
You're Indios
Descansa en Paz
Grams beautiful n independent
Goes
she gotta sit some days out
That means she ain't getting paid nothing for them off days
Son toting drugs pistols living the foul way
All he knows is
stay leaning on the rock
Because time after time when I'm up on my grind
All I do is just find myself trynna get by
I don't wanna just try I wanna
Eliminate,
You fake fucks out the game.
It's all about faith and destiny,
You can not get the best of me.
You so called gangsters don't mean
shit to G.
I'm
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