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and Krayzie Wish the Flesh to get Bizzy And Bone I'm all gone with the Thug Life I'm Supernatural Nonchalant want a Good Life For Richie Rich and for poor no
get outta line with me Or it's a drive-by My nigga Blow gon' sponsor the ride wit' me Y'all saw the movie Venom, right? Well despite a man (Spider Man)
don't understand all the drama Your son's hanging with his old Man and his mama he sees in you what you saw In the hands of your papa Wow, now you got
This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son I dedicate these words to you and all the other children Affected by the mass incarceration in
I'm in love with a gambling man Tell me my dear daughter How can you treat me so? Save your poor old mother And with the gambler drove Mother oh dear
Bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka Ha ha You know the deal It's just me, yo Beats by Su-Primo for all of my people, Negros and Latinos
to the mountain (I see) Mum, I know you cringe when I make out like we was poor Like I only had a meal or two when it's really three or four You my Donda West,
and have some fun I'll see you when you get back Bet I'll be up all night Still cleanin' this gun Son, now y'all buckle up and have her back By te...
look at me that way It was a gag It was all for a laugh We knew your sons and daughters Would be blown in half Fun and games We're just
to all by His knowledge, ready to answer They said, O Sali, you have been amongst us as a figure of good hope, and we wished for you to be our chief Till
Daughter of Brother Taylor's Dropped by the house today", yeah "Said she'd be pleased to have Dinner with us on Sunday", huh "Oh son, by the way She said she
colder Feeling like life is over, these snakes strike like a cobra The world's hot, my son got knocked Evidently, it's elementary, they want us all gone
got as far as the end of the sports section before his wife Karen, asked him to tuck their 6 year-old daughter Jenny in He dutifully obliged; he took
To satisfy the local residents First it was the factory by the river And then the public schools all had to close They killed half our sons and daughters
poor hungry man Yes, I'm just one more poor hungry man Sun in the sky Hurts my eye Mouth all dry May God help me Wait by the road Man don't come
with too little pay I loved a girl in Saginaw, Michigan The daughter of a wealthy, wealthy man But he called me that son of a Saginaw fisherman
And it makes you remember that we all fucking float down here It makes you remember that we all fucking float down here Bring your sons and daughters
You wish to go to the Festival? The poor girl's parents had died- You, Cinderella, the Festival? (What, you, Cinderella, the Festival?) What, you
you see in the sky White like the pride that he had inside Poor guy Cuz one day he said too much To the wrong brown man who had enough One thing led
Making love to every poor daughter's son Isn't it fun? Now today, propping grace with envy Lady godiva peers to see if anyone's there And hasn't a care
proper I know you seen us sinning Why you ain't try and stop us Your sons out here They all playing cops and robbers Your daughters getting pregnant But
daughters, martyrs, callers Ballers, fathers, all the fallen Mommies, daughters, martyrs, callers Ballers, fathers, all the fallen Look, you said I
life if she want it That's real ballin (that's real ballin) Yeah I'm on it For my son and for my daughters man I'm all in I might bump and I might
like diamonds In the love of a daughter Worth more than all the gold in the world And they say that a son Is the pride of a father But my heart
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