Lyrics:
the ghetto go figure
Yeah she got macked by some dope dealin' nigger
Still seein' that other kid on the side
She kept most of her thoughts inside
See all
swimming holes
You and me dove off into the great unknown
We were barely gettin' by, takin' care of each other
Then I became a daddy; you became a mother
We've watched them leaving
Seen their ragged flight
Children of the jungle, mothers of the night
A boy of ten by the roadside lies
Hears his future
ask what are we doing
But I ain't got all the answers like Kanye told Sway just disturbed by the injustices
Of our day and some of the things some
enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son
grand, hundred K
Hundred bands, what a day (What a day)
Look, chasin' after money make
You run in place
Yeah, I just called my mother
Said your son is
From the greater to the great nigga
I'ma be a pay nigga
And I escalade with some thousand dollars change nigga
Tattoos on my face, that's why
let the tool blow
Run your pockets thun
My bills gotta get paid
If you holding them you gotta get sprayed
Run your pockets thun
Or ima have this little
single mothers
Can't be man growing up thinking like a woman
I gotta raise two sons that's just how I'm coming
I don't care wat they do just can't be no
gonna mother my kids
I don't want no one else
I put my heart into this
And these mother f***** put a bullet into it
For some coins and an iPhone six
She'll be okay by the mornin'
Tryna get me some cheese like a rodent
Nothin's for free that i've noticed
Keep me a piece fully loaded
Care for my
just saying right now
If there's code to the streets you niggas modded right now
All I want is some peace with my mother-fucking people
Fly them all
son
And it's fuck whoever raised you
Drop my W balls on you fucks
That be hating too
Ball out like the lakers do
But down here in the A fasum
Show some
mother working double shifts
Once they had my little brother, fuck the money wasn't cutting it
My pops was OT somewhere trynna double it
Son of two
This a celebration
Real deal only want them big bills
Them big bills
Type of cash make some men kill
It aint the team pressure apply it on em
Riding
the peeps I'm down with
We strive to create some way out other shit
This for my people who grew up starin' at album covers
The sons and daughters of dust,
these damn bills, feed all these damn kids
Buy all these school shoes, buy all these school clothes
For some strange reason my son addicted to Polos
Love
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
knocked him out and tied him up
The son turned to the mother and said, "Now look
We can't escape this house and we're almost outta' food
I hate to be
eating
Cuz I gotta keep paying the bills they don't stop
Whoa
Paying the bills they don't stop
Whoa
Paying the bills they don't stop
I gotta keep paying
dropped the lens and discovered:
I could see
The rain is gone
The sun blazes
Love changes
Best friends become strangers
As my mother and I would be
"Blood
swimming holes
You and me dove off into the great unknown
We were barely gettin' by, takin' care of each other
Then I became a daddy; you became a mother
swimming holes
You and me dove off into the great unknown
We were barely gettin' by, takin' care of each other
Then I became a daddy; you became a mother
Was
hanging out the Cutlass letting off shots
Bill Clinton gettin' head, you buggin', you think I'm not
Donald Trump ain't safe on my block, gotcha your
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