Lyrics:
a home for my mama and my papa and me
The clock strikes three papa jumps to his feet
Already mama's cookin' papa somethin' to eat
At half past papa he's
corner
STK say I be the right gunner
Cus I got skill for the track
Ebi bill for the back
I dey gyee Ghost on the battlefield and the tank
Ay3 huhuuhu you
papa and my mama and me
The clock strikes three papa jumps to his feet
Already mama's cookin' papa somethin' to eat
At half past papa he's ready
papa and my mama and me
The clock strikes three papa jumps to his feet
Already mama's cookin' papa somethin' to eat
At half past papa he's ready to go
squawking
How it sounds really
Feet on the coffee table trying to count a milli
I ain't cha average, I'm established
Shot out to Meg The Stallion, I'm
my props
Three toolys on me now I be swaggin like my pops
R.I.P. dat man yeah I really miss my dawg
Man he never even got a chance to hear one a my
bury my sin in three days, it's back up again
In the beginning we, in the beginning we, we would give anything
Value for ministry, missions, and bigger
Any nigga that play with my top, 3 top, anything like that, troll
Any nigga that play with my top, 3 top, anything like that, troll
Fuck it, I see
long ago that fase was mine
Houses get smaller we take different names
But some things in life stay the same
"Dance me! Dance me around till my feet
Nigga was just about to strike you
Come and snatch me up let's make some moves
You know how we do
Look at my piece that's still sitting by my side
She
Days after days
I was breaking my back
And I did it for them
I won't do it again
Back in the day
When they hated
I waited
I Prayed to the lord
complete
Walking back on my feet
On the concrete I'm elite
Doing and being everything I've been destined to be
Sublime Prime, through my whole life
I was
my papa and my mama and me
The clock strikes three and papa jumps to his feet
Already mama's cooking papa something to eat
At half past, papa he's
there
[Chorus]
Day by day, day by day
Day by day, day by day
Oh dear Lord, three things I pray [one, two, three]
To see thee more clearly [day by
Don't test this
Not the motherfuckers that you wanna mess with
Strike when least expected
I know they got the message
Keep my feet rooted while I flex
I'm built like a tiger, how I strike back
Man People hit my DM, did you write that?
What kinda question is that?
Man, just look at the stats
We've been
best to ignore it
Hear the thunder cry
And wait for lightning strikes
Pretend it's okay
Like we're not about to break
So I'll be by your side
Until
here to strike, so time to wave your white flag
(Here we go!)
I'm back, took a little nap, up on my feet I'm here to rap
Sick of all the wack I see,
form
Imbalances, shortchanged, like it's the norm
Breaker of mental chains like I'm Storm Born/Black woman scorn
three fourths adorned
Weaponized by my
three)
Profit over prosperity
(Strike out)
Repeat insanity
Pat each other on the back, you got away with murder
Smothering the cries for help with your
I'd rather live on ma knees huh
Am am thuuug
I'd rather live on ma knees
than to be a slave on my feet
I'd rather live on ma knees
Yeah Woy3 mi na
him smoking
3feet no pressure my chain nice you can’t approach him
Surrounded by bears in that solider field I eat with vultures
Yea Uh maybach baby
in the Little League
It was there without a doubt
That he came to love the concept of
Three Strikes and You're Out
They sent John Q
I was laying down on the floor i was cold as shit (yea)
You gotta work for it I made myself proud cause I molded it (oh)
Smaller circle and i've
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