Lyrics:
ground
Being low down I do the showdown wit' any little ho round, no!
I want to know who you're believing through you're funny reasons
Even when I'm
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong,
a carriage
Four grandparents God bless them all up in the essence
Wish they were still around I was asking so many questions
Cousins by the dozens every area
Yeah, you hear that?
That's inevitability
You can't stop this shit, I'm too tapped in
Too loyal
Surrounded by a few of my niggas who did
see why we can’t do these wonders
With God hand in our hand it makes me wonder
Why we as a people don’t pull together
We all in one family with
Sometimes I do worry get perplexed by the things I see
Try keeping the faith when you struggle to feed yo family
Ugh, should I trust in God? (What else)
Yeah,
. Other people suck. So, you're surrounded by other people, Huey Lewis is playing. Literally, Huey Lewis, the guy he's in hell. His hell is to play fucking
bustin' out the flower pot
Family tradition is to tell 'em you love 'em
While your family livin' from granny in the kitchen the little man in prison
We
ladies with babies raising babies without a family
Fight a man down, black man running from the beast
The crooked police, the evil OGs, that nasty little
God, it's here
It's finally here, God
This is the one man
This is the album I want people to here
You know?
You gave me a date
You gave me a name
You
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
the street
In your family you're the black sheep
But you know that you gotta stay strong my G
In my heart where I hide that pain
I lost a lot of people on my
around people makes me want to sink
Questioning myself constantly, more times than not I feel real lonely
Surrounded by people, but misunderstood
Choose
letters under candle, delivered by camel
Layin in a dug-out channel's kinda hard to handle
So I say a little prayer to my maker in this blood filled place
the family circle at the throne
Though the circle won't be broken
By and by, Lord, by and by
Daddy sang bass (mama sang tenor)
Me and little brother
[Treach]
You heard a lot about a brother gaining mo' ground
Being low down I do the showdown wit' any little ho round, no!
I want to know who you're
family
I been in the trenches with the angels fighting demons
Everybody so childish Y’all Lewis like even Steven
Stay in my own lane cause people change up
shooter like Harden 'cause he involved in all the scoring
Flygod is an awesome God, that little nigga hit three niggas
I told him awesome job
Don't give
a connection to Christmas music and it began in early childhood spurred on by three things. My culture, my family, and my city. I'm a born and raised new Yorker.
you sooner
What about our family?
What about that house we used to know where it seemed honest?
Where we would fall asleep to Huey Lewis on repeat
a fight
This city will be burned down by the night
Yeah I be Raven about Baltimore, talking about taking shit out of the store
My desert eagle, my people
Little brothers, older sisters, with no way to call or write
38th Parallel it's just a line on a map drawn by men but they made it into a line in the sand
And an incredibly charming accent
And traded it all for the chance to
Receive the blessings of Jesus Christ
By moving to God's chosen land of
Idaho
I believe that
I do the showdown with any little ho round, no!
I wanna know who you're believing, through your funny reasons
Even when I'm sleeping you think I'm
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