Kiwana Son (feat. Zariyah)
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Say alhamdulillah (You got a Zack on the track beat?) F*ck every nigga I don't wanna hear a god damn thing no nigga got to say to me Bitch ass nigga who the f*ck are you to judge me? I'm only judged by the one I pray to at night I can already say that we paid our dues shit I can say that we already made it through yessir Yeah (Amen) I just got off the phone with momma she say that she's been doin' well You know I pray to stay up out of drama lord keep me way from hell Been thankin' God this ain't no farewell Yes I thank God Tray out of that cell Say religious sir humble yourself, had to put all that pain on a shelf Yessir yea I really stack shit everyday chasin' a rack bitch TMG gon' blatt shit Top Money Gorillas get whacked bitch Yea nigga come round get jacked quick told em' put that shit up for I snatch it I conquered that pain through this rap shit uh shit be gettin' darker then black quick This shit is way more then a track bitch Quarterback tryna' run up that sack bitch Bet I add it up never subtract it My trust in God I never look back bitch Had it hard these niggas be cap bitch Facedown shot get capped bitch yea I'm Kiwana son (Qwanya!) I just got off the phone with momma she say that she's been doin' well You know I pray to stay up out of drama lord keep me way from hell Been thankin' God this ain't no farewell Yes I thank God Tray out of that cell Say religious sir humble yourself, had to put all that pain on a shelf Ay they run in yo' shit get down on the floor Takin' that money put that in the boat All glory to God that there I promote God is my witness preach like a pope No disrespect get put on that row Eviction notice they put that on the door We had needed some food had to steal out the store Wasn't no time to sit had to get up and go I live like a rebel doin' shit different on whole different levels Admitted to arson I danced with the devil Reach elevation I can say I won't settle I tried everythin' I can't nothin' was helpful I hide everythin' I live life in a vessel yea I'm Kiwana son (Qwanya!) I just got off the phone with momma she say that she's been doin' well You know I pray to stay up out of drama lord keep me way from hell Been thankin' God this ain't no farewell Yes I thank God Tray out of that cell Say religious sir humble yourself, had to put all that pain on a shelf Hey mama Hey What you doin? Nothin' washin' clothes this the last load You been doin' well? what you been doin? Yea Oh alright I was just callin' to check on y'all to make sure y'all was doin' fine doin' well I know still got to come see y'all We'll probably come over there next weekend Alright bye love y'all Love you too bye Yes ma'am
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Written by: Kiwana Dunmore, Nicolò Zaccaria, Qwanya Dunmore, Zariyah Knight
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