Slush

He said real men aren't pimps, now peep this I really hope you keep this, my thesis In the banks of your memories not Jesus But I still got a thing or two to say and I listened He showed me MF, he showed me DOOM Said you aint got to worry, you'll be older soon Young is young, not dumb, I'm stunned Gigs is gigs, what's done is done I appreciate the rising sun No time for beef, just greens and some Smooth beats or house or You would love the growth of your daughter You would love the fact that I'm a father You would love my son, he that nigga You would love the tracks that I think up You would love the fact that I don't drink up, I'm a thinker You could say that things have been different I'm feeling indifferent, I'm feeling like I was not gifted You could say it's too much, the cost now You could say I'm lost now Black shit whack shit Come up on this rap shit Black shit whack shit Come up on this Rugby by the train tracks Tossing candies across the street Stacks of vinyl for the playback Help the people move their feet I think I'm bugging Used to think of something, used to think a lot Now I'm used to thinking little, used to being dropped And I used to call you pops We used to call you pops We used to cross Victoria, now it's dysphoria Lord I'm imploring you, stop ignoring the Tears in my eyes, were my prayers just boring you Maybe they were late, either way I forward them From sisters and ma, it's a heavy storm in them He had a lot of brothers, they be out here pouring some He had a lot of sisters, they be out here pouring some Said we out, wish we got a little more of him Black shit whack shit, come up on this rap shit Black shit whack shit, come up on this rap shit Black shit rap shit, come up on this Black shit whack shit, come up on this rap shit Give me 530 and I'm probably gonna crash it Give me 20 Gs and I'm probably gonna stash it Black shit whack shit come up on this rap shit Black shit whack shit, come up on this