Lyrics:
Remind us imma stickup kid stick you up quick for the right prof yh the right prof
You ain't gotta give but I'll be taking that's a write off
Don't touch
as promised
But still from the heart, like when ya moms missed
We had big dreams as kids of being established
But all of these gadgets, got us distracted
Cause
Peep the status
Never cared what you said I go by action
He want to know what I eat because he look at the back and see I'm packing
I know more
Aye turn me up one
Looking in my closet for my fashion nova dress
Trying to look the best baddest bitch fuck the rest
Fuck the rest got on my Tom
boring
Like Tom Brady any chance than I'm scoring
Catch me a cut than u know that I'm blowing
Get on my knees than I pray to lord
Live by the sword u gone
bother
To care for they own kids and leave 'em with they own problems
Now some kids got to learn life lessons someone never taught 'em
And the form
I rhyme for fun
I been scheming in the booth for months tryina make these hits, something like home runs
And darling you're not my type but if you got
cos he wants to be cool
Now he don't get no girls money and he ain't got no jewels
Handyman like Bob, you can't tell me nothing bout tools
Nothing
the entity you got no leg to stand on
you're a worm and I'm a centipede
This ego is the best of me don't need you to rescue me
I've already paid what what I've
Wait
Let me take a puff
Said that I been gon a min Ill kick off the rust
Think you is independent think you growing up
Said that you got plenty cash
got dumbed down
My people don't eat right
Video games, hit the peace pipe
Sleep too much hit the weed then I free write
Now you pay a steep price
packing well we packing too
Ain't Bob the Builder but still got them tools
Niggas be thinkin they real as shit 'til they realize they just boo boo the fool
by Me
Ba bay bay ba baby, baby
And his teenage brother was talking to his friend
About that kid in the woods who went out and he got Aced
Stand by Me
please settle down
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Honey, check it out, you got me mesmerized
With
we've got one
Who are you kiddin', sittin' there thinkin' about yourself
Help your children so that they can move on
And then they can give to their kids
hot now, listen up
Don't you know cops' whole purpose is to lock us down?
An' throw away the key, but without this drug shit
Your kids ain't got no way
be Alam busy dealin' with my kids
You love your ho then cuff her, fuck what other niggas think
Her bootyhole retarded, pussy good, her mouth the same
tight
She'll be lit by firelight and looking fine
And the kids jump out of bed
Hello Daddy, what did you get
Did you think of anything on down the line
wonder what up
You stand on ten, you don't pretend, a nigga play, you cut up
You done matured, you got released, okay, you know a lil' somethin'
a pact
We must bring, salvation back (Oh! Oh! Oh)
Where there is love, I'll be there
(Ben, you've got a friend in me)
Dancing, Dancing, Dancing
And shout
Hey, yeah! I want all you proud sisters to stand up
I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight
Brothers and Sisters if you know you got your
1-2 1-2
I am the dominating Fresh Kid Ice
And I am the Brother Marquis, Marquis your brother
And introducing to you on the two turntables:
're angry, if you're afraid, let me tell you something
I apologize
I gotta finish the speech kid
"Afraid" got help in it, see? "Aid"
If you take that "aid"
HOOK
Everybody don’t get to be somebody
Stop throwing life away protect your own body
Everybody got the chance to be somebody
What you grinding
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