Lyrics:
understandably shaken up by this release
The question everybody wants to know is:
Why'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli
Was not available for
to distance (With it)
The Lutheran approach versus John Calvin's
You know a lot about the
Latter from my nine albums (Ha)
Philip Melanchthon, Luther's young boy
chere
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas
But being homophobic could kill your career
So I switched
gone start the revolution
Talking to my brother bout
Albums you ain’t heard
Got my heart in my hand since you
Left in the dirt, got my phone on
Lock, you
that would
die for his daughter, just to let her breathe
And I'd definitely die for Jesus cause he died for me
Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder just
Yo
So this one goes out to my younger days
10 years old behold ur first fade
But worry not cuz that person is your brother
Time will prove
myself
Homies losing confidence in music
I could start to tell
But I still dropped my album
By the week it just kept doing well
Used to think my mama hate
showing my crib
I'm talking letting cameras go in my fridge
But people crazy, so I'd rather only friends and family know where I live
By how I talk, you
his daddy name was Blunt (uh)
Got hooked on the stones (uh), rehabbed for a month (uh)
By the time that I was five, my mama was traumatized
'Cause
you wake, I'll be by your side with breakfast in bed
Big heart na I carry for my chest But if nor you show me love
I go use wetin dey my head
I know my
Broken home, broken dreams, no hope, nigga (no hope, nigga)
Why the fuck you think we sellin' dope, niggas? (Dope, niggas)
This for my dawgs and my locs,
I boarded a plane headstrong
Landed with a smile on my face
To give service back to the
Land that's our home
I long for coming back to Africa
So
Who done left their kid behind and sent a check
Cause they can't bother, real shit
I was raised by my brother and my mother
I'm unique, every problem
for y'all
And my voice is messed up too, this is the last track of Young Sinatra
Yeah, yeah
Back in the day I wasn't shit, homie
Penny pinching I
of a chain I don't feel but I see
Visions from me
At twenty three, making us free in my community
One day is what I live for
Ain't thinking about no hope
I've been on the truck for 51 years.
My only friend is the A.M. radio.
Sometimes the neighborhood children stop by,
But it's always rocks and beer
killed them
It killed them
It killed them
It killed them
Well I got some news for you then my brother
This is a business like any other
You got
and chase my bag
I still go love for my people
Even though that things are bad
You tell me that you really need me
But I come from a home that's not a home
back
My mood speak on these
An ice pack on my back
I'm looking for relief
No cap in my raps
No lack they can see
I never use my brothers
To get more for
just like Mitch
The only time I wear a suit and tie is at a funeral or a courtroom for trial
I'd rather be carried by 6 before I'm judged by 12
Fuck
pack a bag and get to leanin'
Is a fact ca' junky fat
Ca' I'm sippin' goose, not scrumpy jack
Ca' I sit and do my drunky flat
Like how I'd get this
I'd be
A millionaire by now
Turns out, didn't work out
Like I thought it would
Sold out and went Collingwood
Moved out of my childhood
Neighbourhood for
a bunch of junk that never took off
Maybe it's for the best
My pops said it best
He said it's blending in with all the rest
Time moves by and my corpse will
The Tripper
My nigga Tone been locked for a minute
He come home, he from the skreets
He gon' want him some skrippers
And I'm a big tipper
I don't even be
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