Lyrics:
the dawn, the child in me was gone
But it made a man out of me that night
Betty made my clothes and sewed my jeans
Listened to my songs and foolish
back by the railroad track
When I heard the preacher sayin'
"Betty La Rue, you know, the trouble with you
Is you never spent enough time prayin'"
turns dark
Black
Betty White's dead
Did she die in her sleep
Was it cardiac arrest
Was she eaten by a bear
Man, Betty White's dead
Did she overdose
I might run through every light
Tonight is the night, like Betty, Wright
Fuck up tonight
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Real niggas stop what you're doin
fall in love
Pshyche that's a damn lie
Ladies put ya hands high every woman should get that one man to stand by
It's called devotion, emotions could
to tell a story, oh, baby!
Blood on the walls, street life
America's worst nightmare, ahead by light years
Hip hop's only shining star in the night's
I do damn if I don't either way never right
Today tomorrow or even tonight like Betty Wright
White collar crooks balling living up enjoying this life
Afghanistan held for ransom
By the hand of this black man
Neo-colonial puppet
White power with a black face
He said fuck it i’ll do it
A master of disguise,
love
Pshyche that's a damn lie
Ladies put ya hands high every woman should get that one man to stand by
It's called devotion, emotions could make a man
ransom
By the hand of this black man
Neo-colonial puppet
White power with a black face
He said fuck it i’ll do it
A master of disguise, expert at telling
Betty Wright said without pain there isn't gain/
Different context but message relay the same/
Look, times where hope was a foreign language to most/
Betty Wright tonight is your night
I know you're not shy look me in the eyes
While I scheme on getting in between those thighs
Get on up and shake what
the Wright road fo'sho
Don't seem to have no light poles
So I bury myself into the darkness
Kobe on the office but a niqqa heartless
Whats fame without
a sauna
Gonna (gonna) take my time (my time)
To raise my (Hey Young World)
Inspired by Rick and Vance Wright
Trying not to boogie with the devil take my
and yelling trans rights
Your mans light, steady talking shit, but know he can't fight
He talk tough, but when it's war, he turn into Ann Wright
They come
But these the same niggas that
Help you become a man
Poor child, I'm your child
I'm hoppin' out this van
Police tried to get us, so we ran
Fuck going
[Scoob:]
Hah hah, hey hey, laugh now nigga
My man's right behind you, Kane pull the trigger
I don't play, I'm from the hill where shit is real
too much, wet 'em like a dove
But in the slang, in the speech, in the style
Connect, can never be ripped by a suburban child
Gun smoke, bonanza
child
Im a problem grab your child & hide em
LA's monster from hells surface
Eath tyga man..nigga whats your purpose
Sittin here thinkin when they put
wouldn't call friends
But these the same niggas that help you become a man
Poor child, I'm your child, I'm hoppin' out this van
Police tried to get us, so
the damage
That they leaving on their child
By the time they realize
Shell be old enough to
Incorrectly wear it
Like a badge of honor
Instead of knowing that
cause I won't wright all my wrongs
Ain't got the time man that shits already gone
I hope when I die these poems live on
I'm dying soon better right all
Hot yeah the summer some
I came up from zero so by
Default I am number one
Who left the gate open and let the bull out?
Hip-hop's bastard child they
kid said simple and plain
Let's battle - it kinda took me by surprise
Cuz the brother was moving wit his eyes on the prize
I said screw it, I ain't got
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