Lyrics:
had for you
You'll be chillin right there yea right by the pool
You and my son eating on baby food
Dropping my daughter in front of the school
All
scholars
The power of a dollar I'ma teach em all to save
Think and understand. don't ever be a mental slave
Mind, body, soul don't wind up in a early grave
in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
All the lonely people
Where do they all come
bastards
So bless the entertainers, some are lesser some are greater
But they're buried in the Underground under layers of graves' dirt
They're all
bitch will cross you if you show her you love her
Where I'm from you end up in a grave or sit in a cage
On my side it aint nothing but trouble
Poverty
believe our wrongs are remitted by the Lamb by the Lamb
He paid our sentence on the tree
Enough for you enough for me
Oh Simple Gospel I agree
And in
In a dog's life
A year is really more like seven
And all too soon a canine
Will be chasing cars in doggie heaven
It seems to me
As we make
soldier,
'cause in this cruel world it's hard to walk these streets bein sober,
It hurts, tryin to get over all the weight on my shoulders,
Mom used to be
soldier,
'cause in this cruel world it's hard to walk these streets bein sober,
It hurts, tryin to get over all the weight on my shoulders,
Mom used to be
Apollo's other son
The one who played vinyl at three at night
The one who loved his daughters, his son, his wife
And I wish his daughters knew him too
Mom,
and my daughter gettin' chased by my son
The water gun is in his arms, that lil' nigga can run
He get it from his daddy side, you know, them Nigerians
Too smooth
You can't even touch me in a mosh pit
Ima take my pride to my grave bitch
Police come around i don't say shit
Too real i don't buy that fake
Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly away
Sick shit, blrrrp
Dedicated
To the culture that Tunechi birthed
To the sons and daughters of Weezy
Codeine all up in the pineapple Fanta
Probably die as a young nigga, ayy
I'ma be a legend when I go
If I die-ie-ie-ie-ie
All of my niggas they came with
talk was psychic thoughts
Flashbacks, all the past blacks trapped in the present
Killin for dead presidents, where every ghetto residence
is
might
Challenge you I guess
When your daughter tries out for the football team
And your son tries on her dress
And you start to think that the devil's
or El Chapo
Still planting bullets baby in the orchard
Headed for the slaughter
Who going raise our sons and daughters
Yeah Oasis or the Ocean
Swimming
knew I kept a stick
It's harder all together in this life of sin
God's child before I sleep I say amen
God's child before I sleep I say amen
God's
I'm all wrapped up in shackles
I'm trying to break free
I'm my own worst enemy, me
They'll never let me by though, I'm always tryna beat
Beat my
knowledge
I'm dropping knowledge you dropping garbage
In my Kanye shit dropped outta college
Cream get the money all about the dollar
Got the roof chopped
the grave
Sometimes I blackout and get buried in rage
I get paranoid and I start grippin' my thang
I ain't tryna go out before I made a name
I hate bein'
the ploughshares into swords
You sons of Albion awake
Defend this sacred land
Here I stand
In a serenade of glory
Naked by the throne of kings
You sowed
tryna see my lil daughter smile
I'm giving my son the game now
So he know what to do when he have a child
Always stay true to your word, that's what I
and Lord of Life
I believe; I believe; I believe
Judah's daughters and Israel's sons
Speaking praise in foreign tongues
To the God of Moses, Jacob, David,
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