Lyrics:
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
(David Wesson)
Raised by OGs, I was taught by the best
You was raised on IG
So you was taught by the 'net
See you wearin' fake shit
You wasn't
and before he came back
Way too young to comprehend what was happening
"Are we going to grandma's? When are we coming back again?"
Little did I know that we
am
Being attacked by your accusations simply
Because i got us
In court to help fix this the custody matter?
Why did i have to take you to court to see
Righteousness prevails
We winning
The same things that make you laugh will make you cry
The same things that tear you down will help you rise
I can't reply to no beef, I'm sendin' lil' nigga slang iron for me (fuck you)
Yeah, I came from nothin' (uh)
I'm in the mall alone with fire on me
Of where I'm at most of the time like
Kind of aloof and salty and
Also young and black
Last question there's a poem about you
Written in
1995 by your family
nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin'
Uhh, the lesson from the Smith and Wesson is
believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho
and the honeydew
Time goes by and I still call for you
Wishing we could go back to a simpler time
Back when street lights came on by 9
Yellowbrick roads
Only time we make it to the
TV if it's the news
We was tryna make it out them trenches
You dig?
Young niggas trappin' out them benches
You dig?
You gon'
on that gang violence
Tryna get up out this mindset, it's like I'm chained by it
Gotta switch up all this shit before they get me
And catch me down bad
to the young maid he came gliding
Where she'd run to meet him, by the garden wall
Oh my sweet Miguel, I will never tell
No one will ever know, what I know too
feet rubbed
By the baddest bitch, not Trina, but I swear to God
This bitch will make you call your girl up and tell her, "Hey, what's good?
"Sorry I'm
know that a young nigga rap
But a pussy nigga better not provoke me (nah)
Came in the game with the formula, sold it
Now I gotta switch it up on you
real
I came from that field I play wit them steel
He don't want smoke cuz I know imma kill
Young nigga pull up you know that I'm ruthless
He don't want
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free
Since a lad, I
to deaden the cods as they fall"
"Go gather around you a
Group of young cowboys
And tell them the story of this my sad fate
Tell one and the other before
Yeah these are my words to my firstborn
You know what time it is, these are
My words to my firstborn
Nothin' left to hear
Now, can you picture
Young
Yea, man we came from the bottom
Stunna told me get these niggas so I got em!
Man these women treat you different when you popping
Well I ain't
gently by the arm,
Then it said to him with its sacred charm:
"Rise and walk with me, you won't be harmed"
It quietly led him towards the great window,
from the cage
I Talked Jesse
before life got away
Mula Gang to the grave
Really had to find a way
Soul Rap
On the way
KLANLîFE all the way
feet rubbed
By the baddest bitch, not Trina, but I swear to God
This bitch will make you call your girl up and tell her, "Hey, what's good?
"Sorry I'm
I was 16 when I started off in the Lionz Den
I was rhyming against a nigga twice my
Age but I was fire then
Before you, Yung I I I
Cortez even Rich
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