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fine at making your mother proud
So bye bye to the sights unkind 'cause
The skies have realigned us
And I know it hasn't been nice all the time
Now
with a smirk,
All he ever does is put in work,
Always stay the same khakis and shirts,
I know about the pyroclastic flow,
Went solo as “AmeriKKKa’s
a chance while I'm young, be a part of the mold
I know the cycle, you don't like you, so your heart isn't gold
I know it's tarnished, be a man about it,
understand your true faith
But as the years went by it shattered until a piece was too late
It's gone forever I know that it left
And then I saw it slip away
God
Pull up to the bank, sign it off, know I'm taking out a lot
Fuck nigga shot
Missed by an inch, but I dodged
Know the devil trying to sabotage
Oh my
what does your mother know
I couldn't understand her hangups and her fears
A year went by and I got tired of mama's foolish advice
At fourteen I was sure
don't know, I wanna strangle
(Damn)
Does it make me such a bad guy? (Nope, uh uh)
Y'all like live bitches
I like the dead kind (What?)
Hang with killers
ain't on my level
Cuz you under microscopic
Tryna play hard
That's another topic
Pushin' up to me
Check your mother fuckin' logic
Attitude is cynical
Wait
just listen just once.
My mothers stressed to pay your crowns.
How many despair moments, how many pointless affairs.
I ain't got chance for you now, just
You know what it is man, I'm just kidding, no one does
What you gonna do when they catch you running loose
Don't got much to lose when you living in
your girl in the sheets
If I'm famous
I don't even know what I'd do
With all the money in the world what I'll be
If I'm famous
Well fuck it I guess we'll
buttons and laughing 'bout it
I know it took a lot of effort posting memes about it
I know you sucked out every ounce of unemployment
Given out by the same
of pair of tyrants man you know
This is why I'm down in deep indigo
And I sleep really poor
On the circumstance floor
Anyway, how's stress
Does it still
I’m calling attention,
To those counting their blessings,
To the single mother stressing ,
To the school kids who don’t know the lesson so they
make your mind fit
Came to find out adults don't know shit
So here we are reckless nowhere near equipped
Talk about how we feel gets dismissed
Do what
believe you catching hands
Known to steal a wife or two
Hide your girl, she's not immune
Swamp sure does love his pills
Yes I fucking do
His flow fits well
not lighting up at the sight of your mother as a sign of madness in an infant. Patina, no name for a baby. Your firstborn, before they threw you from
Gettin' drunk by myself
I'll probably die by myself
Just know that I'm tellin' lies if I say it's all for myself
My brothers they hold it down
We all
Antisocial
His violence does the talking those boots weren't made for walking
He's a coldblooded vulture he won't respect your culture
He's nothing like
Terrible thoughts run through my mind
Causing my head to fill with anger
Anybody I don't know I wanna strangle
Does that make me such a bad guy? Nope
the mother of countless poozers
Her vanity has made her rather revolted by these "children" of hers
She is devious and knows that she can utilize their blind
out in the sand
Throwin' back that canister of gas
Grasped up in the palm of your hand
Indigenous bloodline
Pawns of the land
No fuckin' witnesses, that
the matchstick and twist,
Got popped by the cops on a flip,
Now you're feeling bad and your feeling hemmed in,
Living life in the jungle of sin, no decadence
to my enemy
And conquered by my memory so mother fucker
Sit and act like there is ten of me
Shut your mouth and pour a mother
Fucking shot of Hennessy
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