Lyrics:
I never had my dad
To teach me to how to be a man
I had to look to my brother
I was raised by my mother
A Little snotty lil boy from the ghetto
grind
Niggas better give me mine
About my funds, top down ready for the shine
Gettin to it so inline
I'm influenced by the gold
I do it if I tried
I'mma
I can't learn their advice, I'm out of my depth
I can't sing to save my life, but I've always been dead
I don't understand how music works, I can
I can't learn their advice, I'm out of my depth
I can't sing to save my life, but I've always been dead
I don't understand how music works, I can
clothes got washed
Track suits were dry
Dad got jokes
When I laugh it hurt it my sides
See the sky
Change colour at night
Are you here with me
Right by my
the work here in VA Va Va Va Va
We really will put you in the dirt here in VA Va Va Va Va
We really do work going really beserk here in Va Va Va Va
We really
Yea yea yea I'm living out the box
Cause you can keep track but you can't even watch
And this feeling of blue ballsing my cause
Can't keep me down
street dreams are made of these
Still when I pass by they continue to freeze
'Cause the rest of this shit is strictly freestyle
Catch it and why Hollywood
Check it out, put me on track twenty five
China White, alright
Ey Venom, you ready homie
Let me hear myself, let me hear myself
Murder by numbers
Prune beneath the moon lit rips solar eclipse
Madchild flips like kids on acid trips
Unicaron formin the union all aluminum
Tracks by Dell just
ass was to piss up
By me or anyone of my boys I bust you in yo mouth and
You still talkin' noise try'na get yo rep on knowin' that you fake
homies I was goin to work I gotta run
Little did they know I was contemplating a murder
My fingers itchin to get it while hopin this shit is worth it
Pops
[ VERSE 1 ]
Yo, this shit keeps weighin me down, beatin me up
Like every day's governed by Murphy's Law
It never drops, but inside I'm, tied up
In
to collect
Then my song got played
Made the money pirouette (mmhmm)
I was pushing CDs out the trunk space
Do work, never see me on a lunch break
New verse
Preacher Casey dropped him in his tracks.
Well, they handcuffed Casey and they took him to jail
And then he got away.
He met Tom Joad by the old river
So many snakes in the grass need a John Deere
If you pull up, your whip'll get commandeered
To see black men progress is a common fear
If you're
it
Your comments I'm feeling a lot of hate behind them
You said I couldn't do it, making mistakes with rhyming
My response is my last track, a great
Unless you assimilate you never considered great
Demonstrate speech from your birth place you can't race
Disgraced by false handshakes, these punk rap
videogames
Got 2 tattoos because of those days
Don't remember any of the rage
By all the good times, it was outweighed
Showed me the music I listen to
Papa
ain’t feeling where its headed guess I gotta switch the tempo
Pop side Pyru mom side G-D
Never been a street dude I'd rather be on C-D’s
You don’t need
I burst upon any track without reasoning
And add flavor to it like some all purpose seasoning
I'm amazing with the shit that I contrive
Side been
a jerk
I thought man all of this cause I was trying to get to work
I could've got away I almost had 'em shook
til this girl walked by something said not
The plowman is broad as the back
Of the land he is sowing
As he dances the circular track
Of the plow ever knowing
That the work of his day measures
More than
work on a nerve
They try to put the fear of God in you but it been there by birth
Then they claim the turf, all this time I’ve been ruling earth
But they
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