Gene Pool

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We came a long way started from nothing.
Combined the flour with the yeast and we turn it to stuffing.
Ancestors raised me be the father that my kids will honor.
And gardens grow outta bullshit so be a farmer.
I bleed the blood for every  generation time ain't moving.
And Set it up for what the next generation doing.
Knew once it started with me it was never gonna ennd.
Daughter's a woman now and sons they all grew into men.
And I remember it was me going thru situations.
Now it's them so I just guide em and watching em patient.
I never sugar coat the lessons life will teach so learn em.
And Never preach respects are given nah ya gotta earn em.
Ya closest enemies the ones you think got love for you.
Be With you when you up but need em won't do nothing for you.
Ya real friends they got they got ya last name always remember.
Our story ain't have to be written it's always forever. 

This gene pool tightens a circle to a closed fist.
This bout our family f*ck a gang we branded Banks bitch.
That's all we got and all we need there's strength in all our numbers.
Rely on each other never look to rely on others.
These jobs stay inside this a family operation.
You got a problem with one it's all of us that you facing. 
Put that on everything I love past present and future.
They came from me and me I came from the killers and shooters. 

So what you spect you go against you get a pass never.
You must be suicidal here's ya suicidal letter.
Razor to wrist lay in a tub and feel this water steaming.
That funny feeling that you feeling is ya spirit leaving.
These weapons inked up on my fore arms ain't just for showing.
There's quite a few lost from my past could tell you they be knowing.
If you can find em chances are you'll never find no traces.
Could ask a milk carton they'll say they forgot their faces.
No MIA I make it like niggas never existed.
Social unlisted and no grave to visit.
Go to they mama crib you'll see no pictures of em nuffin.
So know this that you f*ck with mines I'll make it where you wasn't. 
Erase entire family trees, aunties uncles cousins.
I take it that serious you could die over the dozens.
Won't even get to 6 before you laying horizontal.
With all ya loved ones in a limo crying playing gospel.
Ain't even Sunday but the preacher preached a hella sermon.
In hell they having bbq right now it's you they serving.
Fat lady sang her song already they done closed that curtain.
That space and air that you been wasting no longer a burden. 

This gene pool tightens a circle to a closed fist.
This bout our family f*ck a gang we branded Banks bitch.

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