Lyrics:
her best to raise him right
And mama cried..
Lord I pray
Watch over my baby boy
Bring him home safe
Let him feel your lovin' arms
Lord I'm callin' in
humans, and now let me be human and say,
F*** Al Sharpton and anyone like him
F*** if you understand me
I love being misunderstood
Ha ha why?,
Cause I
me?
I love the money, she more than a friend
Never forget how the story began
Real as they come, I don't gotta pretend
Live by the gun, die by
laces
You should be proud to rock darker hue and embrace it
I love the skin that I'm in
And I look like God when I'm naked, ask my wife
'Cause my
know you whole move by yourself
I hold the entourage into yearn
That's a sign of weakness
You know a real Vic will sit back and look at niggas
That
yesterday I saw him on it
See in my hood it ain't no love
Age 13, seen my auntie o.d. on drugs
The neighborhood hoe only 15 and everybody wants to bang her
I love
I love
Oh no
Oh, oh no
I love
I love
Oh, oh no
Oh, oh no
I love me
I love
Oh, oh no
Oh, oh no
I love me
I love
Oh, oh no
Oh no
La la la
La
lookin' for that paper that they can't tax
Yayo so clean, I told 'em call it, "Ajax"
Hialeah celebrated when Fidel died
Patti LaBelle, who knew that we
got on his knees before I grave em
Ride em, look behind him, I see him, he slipped
At a stop light in a growin night, this motherf***en trick
Slide
love)
Just fucked my partna baby mama while he in jail, I don't give no fucks (doo doo)
Boss, floss, I be on that jefe shit (jefe)
Youngin got them
cry mama, your baby boy done weathered the storm
And I found peace right here in your arms
By the way, how you gettin along, huh?
I know it's been
by the pump, is that what you want?
Be easy nigga, I'll lay your ass out
Believe me nigga, that's what I'm about
Gangsta, you could find a nigga
no weapon formed against me will prosper (go hard)
(We make it look easy)
And I truly believe that my haters are my motivators (oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
the struggle, you know
Real shit everyday, everyday shit is real
(Every hood)
every ghetto, every block, every trench) I know how you feel, yeah, look
I been out
Shit changed, don't entertain the same women
Drunk, woozy, ooh, I like your vibe
Let's stop by the Jacuzzi
And I like your frame in La Perla, Gucci
And I let myself inside
That chick was slouched down on the couch
I think her brain was fried
Couldn't figure it out
She wouldn't even look at me
everyday shit is real
(Every hood, every ghetto, every block, every trench)
I know how you feel, yeah, look
I been out here grindin' so long
But still
be hurtin' right by my waist band (waist band)
Just finished prayin', look in the mirror, I see a man (a man)
On all ten, I still stand, I see
a nail and build a go-cart
And how to love a woman with all of my heart
And one night we watched him get down on one knee
And ask mama to be his wife,
wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate, sex on the first date I
Baby, look at me, mama love you
And I know you ain't no little boy no more
But you'll always be my baby
It seems like only yesterday I was holding
and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I squirt
Jeans skirt butt-naked it all work
Gotta love ma little nasty girl
U know I love ma little nasty
bills (nah)
This life is real, you don't know 'bout the field (real)
My man got life, I told him chill and just try to appeal (appeal it)
They think
better,
I'll explain it to ya.
But, for now, we'll just say Mama was real, real bad.
She was bein mean to Dad and made him real, real mad.
But, I still
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