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Bray Stewart

Bray Stewart is a musical artist known for their unique blend of soulful R&B and heartfelt lyrics. They have captivated audiences with their smooth vocals and emotionally rich performances. more »

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Pops was a mac 
I'm the son of a gun
He never stayed with me 
As far as raising me basically Nothing was done 
Cursed as a child 
But been blessed since my birth
From a good home 
But seen worse of the worse 
We just had everything 
Holidays never rained 
Food in the fridge 
From the first to the first 
Little wished his dad died 
To get them checks 
To the blind eye 
That shit sound crazy 
Then I thought about it 
And I got them checks 
My father dying 
Helped my mother raise me 
Come from the heart of the city
The 7th ward 
Yougins walking wit choppas 
I swear they never bored 
Reaper waiting around the corner your never warned 
Food from luckys 
A Hugi up from the corner store 
You was the reason 
They called me a bastered 
My mother fought your wife Next to that casket 
Child at the wake 
Memories ever lasting 
F*ck that 
If a nigga taking off ya kids plate Bust back 
If you got a good women 
Right at home love dat 
Seems like everybody dying 
In the city but rats 
F*ck that 
If a nigga taking off ya kids plate Bust back 
If you got a good women right at home love dat 
Seems like everybody dying 
In the city but rats 

My mixtape made it to heaven 

My mixtape made it to heaven 

My pops is bumping my shit 
Him and Tupac in the whip 
He told me that shit is lit 
Aaliyah now on my 
My mixtape made it to heave 
Use to pray for a blessing 
Copy's god said he got seven 
My mixtape
 
Pops was a mac I'm the son of a gun
He never stayed with me as far raising me basically nothing was done 
Had to get it on my own 
Had to learn my right from
Wrongs 
This shit started as a poem 
No such thing as perfect homes 
Momma cried she heard this song 
I got a phone call for my birthday From my man out in Vegas 
2 Days later same folks in my crib They said happy belated 
Cut deep wit them words 
So that night I got fresh and got Faded 
But I still wanted my family to be The main reason I make it 
I was taught 
You gotta feed the fam 
Until I meet the man 
And my pops greet with hands 
Gotta feed the fam 
Until I see the land 
And all my shackles canned 
Flea just text stop playing 
Drop them bombs Iran 
This gotta reach japan 
This gotta feed ya soul 
Give you everything I know 
If you promise that you'll grow 
Everything I seen 
If you say you'll follow dreams 
Talking triple triple beams 
Man this gotta feed the team 
Swear this gotta feed the team

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