Lyrics:
of completion, I want a Queen to complete Rash'
who's flavored from stacks, to Reeboks
Send blessings to the family of Ice Mike
Shit like that, don't help me
off in the wood box
Man'll get revenge cause that's how the hood rock
Mighta been different if, he had a good pops
The war go, on every day but it
Locked up in a box behind her closet door
She pulled the blinds and listened to the thunder
With no way out from the family store
We all told her things
pussy on the couch, I'm ready to fuck
Like come here, miss Lady Wop, where you put the condom box
You finished off the last one, oh shit, I hear the cops
la-la-la-la
La-la, la-la-la-la-la (la-la-la-la)
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la (big smoke)
La-la, la-la-la-la-la (la-la-la-la) (yeah)
I got an ice box where my
It's a hustle cuz when
Labels wanna fuck with us
We've build fan bases and
Turned fans to family
And for the world staring at that screen
We directing
hue
They fear that connection
I rather die in a box than
Live safe in witness protection
Gotti was a racist but he still get praises
We don’t give
a family of fighters
Fought in, our wars and your wars
You put a nigga in Star Wars
Maybe you need two
And then maybe then we'll believe you
See black
growing up
There was nobody in my family not
Even my mother who I
Could look to and be like, "I know you've
Never said anything homophobic" So, you know
You
the kitchen simmering
Y'all are my family, time for dinner
We give love for the offering
That's what we're a mastering
We stand firm that our life's a dream
bad, I gotta rev her
Crystal water in the river
In the room, just chilling with her
Took some time off, now I'm back
Spend a rack on my family, don't
square, now these niggas want me stuck in a box
Checkin' the rear-view in the Urus, had to circle the block
'Cause when you make it from the bottom, they
hesitation, I'm a movin violation
So don't get hit in the street
Used to have friends and family, now I got nothin but beef
What the fuck? !? !
[chorus]
we sent him home in a box -
But I know who I am
through Jesus Christ so I talk to you demons like dogs
Satan you coward, you molester of souls,
I
the house that made America famous
It was a rundown slum, the shame of all the decent
Folks in town, we hippies and some welfare cases
Crowded families
moonlit nigga, lit nigga
Already got a Oscar for the casa
Runnin' down Grammys with the family
Prolly give a Tony to the homies
Prolly get a Emmy
seemed to matter
I neglected my bodily needs
I did not eat, I did not sleep
The intensity increasing
'Til my family found me and intervened
But I was
seemed to matter
I neglected my bodily needs
I did not eat, I did not sleep
The intensity increasing
'Til my family found me and intervened
But I was
that ghetty green
U.S. marshal at my folks house want to kill me dead
Wanna see me in a pine box bullet in my head
I'm was like, "I ain't did shit
seemed to matter
I neglected my bodily needs
I did not eat, I did not sleep
The intensity increasing
'Til my family found me and intervened
But I was
felt her hand in mine and said "Your wrong about me"
"I'm a boy from a good family" I told her
The juke box played an out-of-time tune (So what's new)
In a town in southernmost Sicily
Lived a family too proud to be poor
In the year that fever took father away
They hastened for American shores
injuries
And imagine the boy in his bedroom listening, what is he thinking?
Can you get traumatized at five?
Picture her stood in the telephone box
back in, go to the box, finish my sentence
I don't wanna be around nobody
I'm stabbin' so they don't put me around nobody
You shouldn't be on the corner
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