Lyrics:
As I gaze out the window, I look at life
Thinking of all the things I did some wrong some right
But my mama did raise no fool, I thank god, I
front of yo mama
News is real folk
You don't want to make it on there
It's dangerous niggaz wan't warfare playa
Ain't no "oops" "I'm sorry" or "my
Them claim to be my friends but stab me in the back
They claim they care but I mean nothing in their lives
They blew into my life like a summer breeze
say
O Sweet Thursday
O Sweet Thursday
O Sweet Thursday
You got me on my way
Rich kids are mooches they live on your dough
You pick up their tab they
amazed by the changes
Autumn leaves and phases
All them leaving, pacing
Often leaving pages
Half written
All my homies went to new lands
With new plans
lawyer fees (ay)
Thinkin' back to mama workin' two jobs
She couldn't spoil me (nah)
But patience was the thing that lit it up
You gon' catch me give my
than a Boosie live and we got scams
Probably more than a Bible of 'em
Get gassed up by yo gang
You gon' die because of 'em
All my niggas masked up like
I
okay not phased its just more pain
Mama your son really chose a business that dont pay
But its okay imma make it my own way yea
How could i ever live by
Daddy came here on a boat
Mama came here on a plane
I got here by accident
But God doesn't make mistakes
He had something always lit up in his
rundown tenement slum.
My father left, he never even married Mom.
I shared the guilt my mama knew,
So afraid that others knew I had no name.
This
the unknown
Love is keeping real with me when I'm outta pocket
Love is giving you my last when I ain't really got shit
Love's consistent, love providing,
made
People passing by
Used to stop and say
My oh my
That country boy can play
Go go, go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go
made
People passing by
Used to stop and say
My oh my
That country boy can play
Go go, go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go
[Chorus: Tec-9]
Little miss hot pants runnin the streets
Tryin to come up on a couple of G's
Infatuated by the Bling Bling
Such a shame to see
truth been waiting there
For all the questions everywhere
In a world of wondering, suddenly you know
And you will always know
Will my mama be there
Mama, you showed me how to live
Papa, you showed me how to swing
Put your arms in the air spread the power everywhere, now
Freedom
Freedom
Woman,
Yeah
Only1...Tipy
True story
I got some shit to tell ya'll
Lets Go
December 19th, 1986
80's baby delivered by Dr. Robinowitz
A real crack baby cut
Young nigga gotta win gotta win
From the bottom if the bin
If i sin ima do the shit again
Cut my mama needs benz
And a nigga tryna live
I ont gotta
You should be tired of drugs
Ain't u already to faded?
Ever since I hit LA it's a habit
I happen to live by the lakers
Everybody here a player
Every
in peace but never live in peace?
All these wolves in sheep clothing they deceit they wanna eat
By any necessary means
Tell me what you want from me
smoothies
Talk
Will we talk
Now I want to believe in my karma
But you want to deceive and make drama
Give me something to give to your mama
And I'll try
I wanna start off by saying
I'm not tryna talk smack
This rap is the opposite
Of a dis track
Sometimes the blessed don't have it easy
Baby girl
earthen wall is all that's left
We pack and pray. Please save Levee Seven
So Mama grabbed the Bible
Photos saved by my wife
Load up a truck? Load up a boat
people becoming a feen
Dying becoming a stream
Hearing the mamas they crying and scream
Only adapting to horrors they see
Baby boy was only a teen only
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