Lyrics:
hood call
Me Nettles, fuck it, who are you?
Didn't ride out or trap before me
Scored a point on a opp
Made a rack before me
Shawty asking if I meant what
there could get the
Top off you made in stores I'm made for war
Could get you knocked off I'm paid in full you
Tiger Woods and this is not golf Hebrew
he got another year
Even the judge wanna see that nigga get cut in there (by a Blood)
Tekashi really told on all of his homies (he a rat)
His baby
that dark
Infact I’ll see you at the park
Blood don’t ask me bout anything I don’t know
Better yet anything that I know
I’m not gonna be that snake that
childish ways
I'm trying to figure out what life's all about
Guess I'm seeing how things are rolling out
From all the decisions I made
In my younger days
And that rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool
Now I know all you folks are the right kind of parents
I'm gonna be perfectly frank
Would you like
but they won't defeat me
I'm going hard from now on throughout all the seasons
The year just starting I'm already seeing R.I.P
I tell the lil homie be
What's the American Dream? Makin makin money
keepin pistols and shit, 'cause ain't a damn thing funny
Niggas around my block be actin so crummy
Wit
(Verse)
(Yeah Yeah )
Melanated so they love to hate it
Young black and gifted plus I’m educated (plus I’m educated )
Yeah Yeah
R.I.P to Breonna Taylor
are only excuses
To call back and keep refusing
Then they ask if I'm okay
I don't wanna talk about it is what I say
Then they get mad and throw it back
on Clear Creek, it was me, pops, Uncle P
That summer taught me a life lesson, thats work hard for ya dreams
Now I'm 24, trying to stack a couple million
Came
So I'm slipping and sliding right 'til the death
Then location the vault where they keep all the bread
Will I have blood on my hands
Tell me, will I be
the fire die by the flame
Happy I'm gone knowin' my son's gonna be the same
As his dough-diggy dog that
Who put his feelings on a pamphlet
A pen unleash
the fire die by the flame
Happy I'm gone knowin' my son's gonna be the same
As his dough-diggy dog that
Who put his feelings on a pamphlet
A pen unleash
to do the right thing
2020's by far the craziest year I've ever lived in my life
R.I.P. to my brother Danny
Watch life too soon
R.I.P. to everybody who
to dream
So what you gonna do?
What you gonna do?
You can run, you can hide
But when you are chosen
The walls they close in
Your forefathers look you
that made my man blood spill
An eye for an eye you know my science of life
Is you man or mice thugs or the cowardly type
I kick the 98 shit for your
out, I'm saying
Momma I made it
Momma I made it
Momma I made it
You'll fall for everything if you don't believe in something
But what happens when your
Winell
Macked on the baby like an ice-cold vet
Everythin' she had is what I get
Cause I'm Too $hort, baby, I don't play that shit
I met another freak,
in the chamber
Moms say my days are numbered cause I live wrong
Even scarface made a song, gangstas really don't live long
I'm tryin to live to a rock
I made for this
I prayed for this
Made for
Prayed for
This what I'm made for
Go through ups and downs
But I'ma stay down
Cause this what I prayed
Yeah, Uh
Man made money, money made man mad
Man made money, money made man mad
Man made money, money made man mad
Man made money, money made man
you
I don't know what to think
I think I'm down and about like in my dreams
Im wishing that I'm up
But everything seems
To goes against me
I don't know
check, won't ever bounce like my daddy did
But I'm glad he did cause it made me strong
Made me help somebody with this song
Paint the picture of my life
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