Lyrics:
to a daughter
Within a year a walker
She looked just like her mother
If there could be another
And now she's two years older
Her mother's with a soldier
a night!
'Course, I'm dead now
I'm up here in Heaven, Lou Gehrig is up Here with me
God love Lou Gehrig, Jesus Christ, poor Lou Gehrig
Died of Lou Gehrig's
I just wanna be like you,
Walk like, talk like, even think like you
The only one I could look to
You're teaching me to be just like you
Well I just
play politics (nah)
They say I'm crazy and I just might be, a little bit (I might)
But you all voted for Herschel Walker, you idiots (wow)
The day we
Diggy, me I'm more Biggie
No diss to the young boy im just rappin get bored quickly
Just to make up for that line invite him on tour with me
Show him
with lust
All of Life's problems I just shake off
Yo, mad little events happen
Things might pan out in a few blue
Maddens are like the toilets
Big
bother
She don't ride then ima block her
Run it up, like Herschel Walker
Why you hating, you a stalker
Fuck with me, you got no reason
If it's beef, you
had a talk with my woman late last night
And she reassured me everything was alright
And time hung still like a falling rain
Now i know
at uncle Slaton's 'cause he's getting on in years
You know he no longer travels but he's still pretty spry
He's not much on talk and he's just too mean
hypothetical
These are the facts, a little metaphysical
We are one, every heart every lung
So why then was the black man hung?
He was hung by
of the soil, crossroad walker
Great vine swinger, the pyramid stalker
Makin God music in sync with the universe
So here we go again, another Brother verse
Back
at uncle Slaton's 'cause he's getting on in years
You know he no longer travels but he's still pretty spry
He's not much on talk and he's just too mean
pressure
All about the money I ain't really with the extra
Nigga get back & watch me walk
Baby ima stunna I'm the black Paul Walker
Say that shit again
pirouettes and fawns
By the light of the street lamp moon
When my trunk is filled with taffeta
Those "Big time" hacks won't laugh at us
When my taps are made
out her hand
Sayin' father, father I love you
O praise Jesus I got her
Ok yeah billy goat an we'll play farm
I didn't mean to spirit stiff you
on the top like division
Littel nigga it was written by the greatest emcee
No further description
Bars coming hard like a symphony
You rocking jesus pieces
Martin, JFK, & Jesus
Gotta be fresh
Go to school with fly sneakers
Schools with outdated books
We are the forgotten
Summers coolin' off by the fire
There's two things I know for sure
She was sent here from heaven
And she's daddy's little girl
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night
She talks
There's two things I know for sure
She was sent here from heaven
And she's daddy's little girl
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night
She talks
now just like my adlib?
Yall filing up yall verses up with small talk, the goats dont even care about their art form
So now I gotta there do that shit
the good and bad, a Manichean apartheid
Token black from being schooled with the crackers
I'm just tryna break the stigma of a SoundCloud rapper
Funny how
and Barry White, and Teddy P
Mixed in with a little Billy Dee
And this is a gentlemen's song
And little children, girls and boys, I'm sendin 'em home
When
down a mall with a mil'
The clothes, the hoes, the cars that flaunt
Plus the money so I'm on nigga one
Talk to me
1 - [Total]
If
know Im sorry
Because you thought I won't hear your story
I tried my best to reach out my hand
But devil just kept speaking and
with a little strength
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