Lyrics:
one for the academics
But knew the everyday struggle
Avada Kedavra to all you Muggles
My lane different, too sufficient, my brain different
I'm ill
Tappin my vape this bitch um ocean breeze
Take it too far all my oops be like geez
Flip a burger like my daughter Louise
Flip a burger like my son name was
of the daughters/including the sons in replacement for water/carried in a cup the jukebox is on/getting groovy down the aisle going strong/then a slow jam start lovebirds
‘n anker wat so lekker sak
All you need now my son is a little bit of fisherman’s luck
Well I went to Benoni
With my sarmies and polony
I hadn’t
Than the one who is in the World
We are His sons and Daughter we are heralds
Those who seek to destroy Me will be humiliated and Put to shame.
Those who
and feeling blessed
That God has left me a daughter
My best friend
You got the better me
That's all you ever asked for
I bring the 30 if you tell me he
Baby would you save me?
Oh, baby, baby, baby
(Yeah aye, hold on, babe)
Been thinkin' bout it lately
Oh, baby, baby, baby
Sons, daughters, wives,
anyone
Whatever have to the dreams
Of your lost daughters and forgotten sons
No I won’t come undone and I ain’t gonna run
I’ll keep dreaming
(Feat. Nas, Foxy Brown, Amerie)
[Chorus:]
Said it ain't to much for me
To have you next to me
I can't believe it
All the things I do
You gave me hope and called me by my name
Behold, our everlasting Father
Behold Creator of it all
He freely loved and gave us choice to love Him
Let all
people will say
Anything for money
Anything
Anything for money
Anything
Ohhhh yeah yeah yeah yeah
All we want for our sons and daughters
Is
days
And Lil X man y'all know that we got him
Ya unborn daughter man you know that we got her
I know that pain of really losing ya father
I know that
a 40 when the sun go down
It's a cold winter, y'all niggaz better bundle up
An' I bet it be a hotter summer, grab a onion
Yes, the ROC gets down, you
you down
You took the names of the masters
You burned your children for Baal
Hey, you sold your sons and your daughters for silver
And gave over
rap
You come through D-Block you get killed
By these rich, young, black hustlers out the slum
In New York state, bitch, you could get some
Say ahhh,
Fly shit is all I do
Only worry about me, I don't care bout you
I just mixed the drink in with my juice
I'm feelin' hella good, I don't know bout you
Ooh
It’s the small things that we’re made of that allows us to move. Could it be the small things that we think of that makes me and you.
Spirit
you in or you out, ain't no in between
I put my soul on the track, so my son could eat
And we gon' get that money back if I'm on the beat
I'm hella
You gotta remember this ain't no hit and no run
I'm wifey material, future mom to your daughter or son
I'm cooking ya dinner, washing ya clothes
Like
me say a prayer
And it'll ease the pain you think Mouse before he died
At lease smile and said his son name I'd give anything
If I could hear my
that it's the flow son
And you know why they made the new twenties?
Cause I got all the old ones
That's why
All that I've been given
Is this pain
the whites of our eyes, we saw it all
Burnt me at the stake, you thought I was a witch
Centuries ago, now you just call me a bitch
Mother nature's dying,
feel this time that his time finna end
He got 3 sons and a daughter he provide for
Ain't got no family when he gone who gon look out for em
Now he
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
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