Lyrics:
rather see a black man claimin' his son
And I don't mean just for one day and you done
I mean, you still trapped in a rut
And I work my ass off and I
Curtain call, lights and stage reveal the wreckage
Every crystal ball just reveals a different message
To those blinded by their pride
Battle cries,
to the wise
[rae] keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket
[ghf] all types of shit, yo son
[rae] rock it, rza chef ghost and nas niggaz is
to pay
His parents tell him "son, we'll take it day by day"
But the stress of financials really weighing on his dad
And the shortening of temper really had
Or the scowl of my grimace
Or the meanness of my rep
'Cause we represent a truth, son
That changes by the hour
And when you open to it
Vulnerability is
to go through a cycle
So confused, to choose between the Bible or the rifle
Watch 'em stifle
Yo, me an son gon' escalate this
And get these papers
usually, well we aint buying that
Im eyeing that lady chillin by the red Mercedes
She winked her left eye I told shorty bye
Im on to the next one the grass
following day by day
Wrong idols, doing more than we could take
Rivals, shots up every day
Cycle, like Kasper Schmeichel, 9 times out of 10 it's saved
Welcome
In the event of my demise
If I should die before I awake
let my family be straight of the money I make
Give my son, what he needs, other than his
Son, they gotta pay the funeral home bill, we'll bill 'em
Take the trash out, take the mask out
Take the gloves out, fuck it, take the snubs out
sorry I don't see you more
I'm sorry that the four minutes where you see your son could feel like a chore
Sis', I'm sorry I'm your kin
Sorry we ain't
In the past of human race
Greek mythology spawned the serpent
Son of Apollo and a mortal woman...
He reborn the dead... the nature will be reordered
And the cycle is rewinded, your son is now doing time and.
The pain. Struggle to bear it,
Just learned that you miscarried. Emotionally embarrassed.
Nothing left
And the cycle is rewinded, your son is now doing time and.
The pain. Struggle to bear it,
Just learned that you miscarried. Emotionally embarrassed.
Nothing left
and now they just froze
I'm leaving 'em stuck like when I gor
Like a rhino you better leave I'm a psycho
These pussies bleed like a cycle
I'm definitely ya
Nalomlomo uyazala (zala-zala-ooh)
History did us wrong kwakudzala
This is me breaking the cycle alt delete
(ctrl + alt + del)
I was sittin' on a corner
Pitter-patter, pat, when the cycle swoon
When I matched wooden trail tails
Zebra cakes and cell phones
With the minutes on,
.4s to medullas, go scorn your jewelers yours is ugly son
Listen bruh, soy the bee in a room full of elephants
A prosperous king properly profiting off
grove, when it's all said and done
I just want to complete my cycle And be home, by square one
Fear none, Mickey's son, is a bad motherfucker
All of these
be f***in with politics
They bet on that, parents fought and got wet for that
Hosed down, bit by dogs, and got blacks into house arrest for that
Aye Wake Up
Aye Wake Up
Learning lessons by the yawn
Grandma Tellin stories bout Jesus Tryn see if Me Reborn
Wake Up
Learning lessons by the yawn
they's white folks worried then that a mule
Had cursed their businesses to cyclical calamity
No, Knoxville is haunted by ghosts
Tethered by a cycle
who started smokin weed outta bibles
Gave me a puff when I bust my first rifle
Men-estration cycles, I give bitches
Bring your craziest nigga, I'll
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
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