Lyrics:
gotta get back
Stand by her side, she's my guide
Mama, I won't slack
My mama raised three kids up all by herself
And God did a power to keep that food
here tryin' to grind my hardest
Up early so to milk the cow
Keep my John Deere out here plowin' the fields
To keep my John Hancock's worth up in
Since the old school
By you suckers was killed
The music that many released
And the rhymes that they spill
Those are just
Kids fantasy
They keep
walls watching they kids grow up
Couple niggas up north
i got some lockdown twenty four
I got some
Berretas and glock nine's I got some
An i never left
young manny kids, and we came up on the same shit, young lunatics, our fate is gonna change yeah, Fuck politics, you know Boris is a bitch, we’re
on your crew.
Tell me what it do?
Teach me something new,
take me back
like we’re kids in school.
Verse 1:
Keep on it, yeah.
Same shit - run it right
ey ya eyense
Anybody test yours pop his wig
That's what the kids say In des schools nowadays
More body's drop in a high schools
Then by gang gang
Yea yea yea yea yea
Dexter yea
Okay, I run up on that boy
I tuck that glizzy keep a thousand rounds
Shoot him up and took his bitch
You know I went
kid
And I'm gon' tell you far more than one time
There is just only one point ain't no fuckin' whole line
Baby, I keep all my stature
I've been
baby all week
Now you kids you all agree is that the way it's supposed to be
Let me hear you, let me hear you say yeah, yeah, yeah
Up early in
and hungry
And his ribs were sticking out
I snapped my fingers, whistled
When he came, I picked him up
I was just a kid
And Cracker Jack was just a pup
or the end
Or stupid rhymes set by Dre and Ren
Well, like a kid, we get new shoes and go faster
Smilin', like hell, as we move past the
Suckers,
gone, see you never again
We were just kids trying to make it up for all the time
That we took risks, told my mom that I'd be home by nine
There's
Dip (And Ima Dip)
Left My Kid On Her Lip (On her what)
Hit One Time & I'm Done (And Im done)
Big Two Face Don't Front (No never)
Run Up On Your Money
& destroy now im just trying to keep from tearing up crying out these tears of joy my kids know once i got it we gone live it up tho alot of shit i know i can
and casting spells
Stung by the spelling bee
And they says congratulations
You graduated
From slavery
To paid slavery
You actually made it!
Here! Take
strength dey boost up ohhhhhh
Pray, for, me, everyday by day mama (mama)
Pray, for, me, pray eh oh(by day, by day)
Pray, for , me everyday by day mama ohhhh
mom and dad please hear
my humble request:
Lock up your goddamned guns,
I don't wanna get blown away by your sons.
If spending time with your kid is so
gun-blazin, and keep yo' head up
You can call it what you want to but it ain't gon' change
Above the Law, 2Pac, O.G.'s in this rap game
And we done lived
messed up
That's your best luck
The kinda sort, run you over in the 4 by 4
And the tag on your toe will read Derelict
Pass the blunt, I take a hit
Pass
chained up
I'd like to see
Her take flight into the stars
Instead of letting her fly free they keep her in jars
Instead of letting fly free they keep em in
I'm still young, gettin' older by the minute
Reachin' out the millions, believe it
I work hard, I work fast
I'm gonna take it to the top and I'm
home, shouldn't have come up off the porch
Feel that I'm gon' die out here, all alone, and by myself
Her life got broke from life support
Her life
rect
Switchin up the steelo
Silence little kiddo
I'm bout to make yo head shake like you fucking d-lo
We gonna make it big
You can't measure it by kilos
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