Lyrics:
won’t be defeated by anyone who tries
Rhea my sister and wife
Every newborn son
will be devoured by me
I won’t make the same mistake of my father
Who
?? chase then I will play
Around with sound put down for the rhymes I say
Beats flow from Joe and never stop
Better get yourself together let's rock,
Oh, hell naw, bruh, cause when I say I get tougher by the L,
They probably think I'm just saying that shit just to say that shit
But I really mean
from the Land, nigga never ran. Muthafuckas out to get me.
They don't understand it's the number one nigga out with a
nation of niggas down to put it
please don't forget it
Now we rollin with 3
Father, Son, Holy Spirit
Thank you Lord for sending your son (Yeah Yeah Yea)
Hallelujah Jesus Christ is
the cause, yeah my son
Soon to be 3, tried to fill his bottle then run
Then I got a collect call, heard niggas down the block is fighting
Some nigga got,
digga, kick a hole through your front door
Nigga, don't try to fight it, give it up, let it go.
Chorus:
Follow my lead huh, do as I say not as I do. (x3
call
From my son but it was the police on the other end
Sayin to come meet
My son was holding a paint gun right next to Elm street
And the police beat
again
I just live my truth and they can’t stop me from tellin’ it
I thought I’d be popping by now, thought that I would blow up
Throwback, on my Bubble
the time
And we'll stay in the ocean, ocean
Lone survivor of sons and daughters that were eaten by predators
Couldn't be protected too much by their father
my money is legit now
This the way we choose to live now
Nigga listen to that Benz
Mashing that accelerator like a nigga racing
Push the limit while
don't give a flying fat fuck
Yes, I am a sinner, and I drink and do cuss
But like DJ Khaled, I got the keys
To unlock the beast
Extend my reach from down
You live in squalor blue collar bitch
I'm fuckin glad that your father dipped
So he don't got to see his sons a bitch
If my people die in jail I'll
you're here but you just happened not to live
Where I'm from Njay's got it tatted in his skin
Bigger place, River Stage
Same thing different day
In need
tendencies when I made myself a slave
I don't want to live this way so my spirits gonna say
By any means necessary
Malcom X with my fist in the sky
Drum beats
a dusty clerk was wiping down the bar
I pointed to the whole foods sign on the door I wasn't sure what they were going for
He said you gotta learn
My father in heaven let your name be sanctified Lead us into the wilderness like you did Moses
Set us apart from all this world of wickedness Protect
before I drown
His father said, "You gotta live this down to get your crown
You cannot escape the hardships in this life
Trust me son I've given you
Nigga, long live 3, stop dissing the bros
If you live by the gun, you gon' die with your gun
I got a Glock, four-five, lil' nigga, don't run
I'm a hot lil'
Manifesting her imperfections
Shining, virtually blinding
From her son's incandescence
Her herbal essence
Stimulates
When in her presence
I wait
Cause only
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand
Why explain the game?
up our guns,
For the ashes of our fathers and the children of our sons,
For the ashes of our fathers and the children of our sons.
In the dry
to death son, you ever thought about that?
[Verse 1]
The saga begins
I'm a reflection of the drama within
the ghetto I live in, niggas Moms on crack, Pops
Took a knee
he didn’t ask for
He wasn’t good
None be good
that he all of us
But he deserved
to be treated like a human does
Another father down
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