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brothers
Mom's and pop's hugging there sons and their daughters
I'm trynna feed my family too
I thought back then gang banging was cool
But I see kids no

pretend
I see these snakes like I be watching through a lens
I ain't never had the time to play pretend
Ordering happy meal son baby daughter ting
Laughs

soul, make me kneel

Leave me alone!

I see the lust in my oldest daughters eyes
Her body all mature now, her mouth full of lies
I see my sons fight, my

Glock 26, Gen 5 by my side Why would I put it down if this bitch keeping
me alive
Been a soldier all my life I got stories of a young nigga tryna

with the neighborhood kids
Maybe it was cause you sold that shit
Grind your daughter like you at the club
While your son drink smoke a dub
After show

I am a brother
Ready to smother you with love if you need
A son who you can teach, no other helping hands but me
A daughter you can't see
Eventually

with the neighborhood kids
Maybe it was cause you sold that shit
Grind your daughter like you at the club
While your son drink smoke a dub
After show

in the West
Just another patriot retired, in friendly fire
My son, someday all of this could be theirs
My daughter someday all of this could be theirs

Humbled by the hand-me-down used car mileage
If we get caught, exercise the silence
Since an adolescence...
Been groomed for independence
Product

damn sure can't take the weight

Momma had to hustle cause my pop was jive
Momma had 1 son 2 jobs
What a woman! Come from where the
Women gotta work like

the songbirds sing
the bells of freedom ring
at the hour of dawn
the new world is born

See the eagle fly
Condor by his side
All beast and bird
Will finally be

To all my killers and my hundred dollar billers
To emo kids that got too many feelings

He held the register open while he counted her change
I

on you niggas, toilet stool
Balling, shot calling
My daughter's too
Next generation money, navy blue
Of course they ain't get it, couldn't follow
My son's

Preach

YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Until Death Call My Name [Reloaded]

2018

I turned the preacher daughter bad, I think I'm a dummy
These niggas know what up, know I'm bout whateva'
I'm in the streets I keep that heat, you

y'all niggas ain't fucking wit' me
Kiss my ass, muah!
Talkin' about Versace, big nigga
'Cause I rep that Notorious, Big nigga
First generation,

wanting more
But this ain't a drama
Big daddy vibes Father by my side
ask my daughter Aiyanna
Synoptic like
Matthew
Mark
Luke
Triple Entendre
The Bible

up
Heard traffic slow up on they block, now that's a speed bump
They look up to me like I'm taller, wanna be us
Might have a daughter or some sons

to the poor kids
No support in they home so they get it on they own risk.
Gotta bad picture of what love is
All the wrath trickled down through the strugglin'

give up. Kids are dying. Somebody's daughter, son, niece, and nephew
People have betrayed our trust. Emotionally. Physically distant, people have abused

in the hood
While I'm brushing my teeth
Gun shots get to flairing
All the way down the street
I keep the gang close
You know
I'm clutching my heat
By

no good son said mama how have been you doing?
I was on my way home to see you
I was on the say to tell you
I do not do what I use to do
I stop by

Tell me how it hurts you and I'll take it off your plate
Sharing all your clothes, stealing all your habits
By the time you notice it I already have them

my heart away
Forever true it flies to you
My own dear Galway Bay

My chosen bride is by my side Her brown hair silver-grey
Our daughter Rose as like

an adopted son 
Alaska called us to it's roots where pioneers wore sheep skin boots 
Killed the food by their own hands, dressed the kids, sowed the land