9317 (feat. Ms. Lulu)

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Jonathan

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Hey my baby boy
(La da da da da da da da da)
Happy happy birthday
I know you're busy
But I'm just reminding you
(Gotta find my bliss)
That you are loved and cared for
Than you know
Enjoy your day
(93-17 gotta find my bliss)
And remember
With God on your side
(Once your wings spread, gotta find yo cliff)
No weapon formed against you will prosper
(Momma told me days, they'd be like this)
I love you baby
Happy happy birthday
(They'll be like this)
Bye Bye
(You gotta find yo cliff)
She couldn't teach me how to save
She worked and went to school too
Like every other day
Every check that she'd get
She gave it away
To Bills, to food, and to us too
Damn, you kept us safe
I appreciate your off days
You always kept a smile
We would lay in the grass
Get lost in the clouds
I guess it's my birthday
Might as well reminisce
When I was 7
Told you
I wanted to be
A Veterinarian
To save this planet
And every living thing
It's funny how things change
Now I'm saving us
In my hometown
In different ways
Tryna build a park
So the kids can have a place
And not be like us
I wonder where we went left
Maybe it was grandma passing
That made me go deaf
And only hear war
And feel hate in my left breast
Or maybe crooked cops
Who squeezed
Till it ain't nun left
Or maybe landlords
Who kicked us out on Christmas
Seeing dead bodies
I wished I never witnessed
Made me so numb
Please Lord can you forgive me?
I'm selling poison
Tryna afford
Shit on my wish list
Tryna be fly
Like other kids
Who was privileged
So I got high
To pass time
With some killas
Listening to stories
Of glory
With gory business
I never seen a mall
Till I was grown
Are you with me?
The only outlet we had was music
And some bitches
9 times outta 10
She'd cheat
Just for a feeling
The funny thing is
We kept it moving
Dog, just forget it
Tryna do a sport
Favoritism
Left us shitty
Principle
Told me I was nothing
I'm like really?
Where your principles
When school
Abuse all your senses
I never saw a future
Ciara
With the Wilson's
I never heard the truth
Had to research it
Just to get it
The system
Oh so brilliant
(Uh)
93-17 gotta find yo bliss
(Momma didn't tell me it would be like this)
Take ya time
And realize
You looking into the eyes
Of a g
And real lies in time
Not in an enemy
But if I fall
To my demise
Don't cry
The casket
Is where
Most realize
Where real lies
(Why momma didn't tell me it would be like this?)
Boone
She couldn't teach me
How to be a man
Never really mentioned
That pops had different plans
(Oh well)
Never begged for his love
What the f*ck
Would it look like?
(Huh?)
Faking this funk
I been hurt
I been outworked
I been down
(Word)
But I been crowned
North Carolina's Only Hope
(Yerp)
Dropped Float
For my niggas
That was drowning
In the street flow
Stuck to the g-code
Never change
Was the slogan
But I'm mo'
Different that befo'
93-17
Bank account on swole
Suited up
Business meetings
4-5 on the low
Gah damn
Will I change?
Pain
Gain
In my mindset
Painting beautiful pictures
Of poverty
Lately
My canvas been blank
Art of war
Mixed
With this rising crime rate
(Uh)
Where I stay
It ain't safe
Don't pump ya brakes
(Please don't)
Just runaway
Stray Bullets Penetrate
Or Ricochet
Don't let em demonstrate
The way
(Uh)
Lead can change
(Uh)
Ya whole day
Momma told me
They'd be days
Like this
(Uh-huh)
93-17
Gotta find my bliss
(Find It)
Wings spreaded in this bitch
Bout to find my cliff
(I'm bout to)
Fly high
Above the lies
Watch me rise
While you die
F*ck ya life
Why you try?
F*ck nigga just watch
(F*ck nigga just watch)
F*ck nigga just watch
(Watch)
Momma told me
They'd be days
Like this
93-17
Gotta find my bliss
Wings spreaded in this woo
Wings spreaded in this woo
93-17
Bank account on swole bitch
(Yerp)
Stay away
From hoe shit
Most of y'all niggas bogus
(F*ck em)
I know that
You know
That I'm one of the coldest
Woo
(Coldest)
Used to cook over the stove shit
(Woo)
We sold dope
And now we own shit
(Woo)
Went from whole bricks
To selling hope bitch
Watch my wings spread
Swear to god I'm too focused
(Woo)
Swear to god I'm too focused
(Focused)
Went from whole bricks
To hope bitch
(Hope bitch)
We sold dope
And now we own shit
(We own shit)
Used to cook over the stove shit
I'm the coldest
(Coldest)
Uh Uh
You know this
(Know this)
Most of y'all niggas bogus
(Bogus)
Stay away from that hoe shit
(Stay away)
93-17
Bank account on swole bitch

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