Lyrics:
we in your chin
We embursted with a curse and be worse
First and kick first now vice-versa
Two feet first they kick first and worse
Reimburse
Can you see me?
I haven't been able to for a while now
I've been breathing
But it feels like I'm six feet underground
Can't make a sound
No one's
on dying anyway
Don't give up on me x3
Some days we'll always be
Together another round
You're not a stranger to me
I've seen you in peace
ct the end
clinging onto the streets we used to linger on
Oh well, there goes another one
I grew up for some reason dreaming of true love
Born in the forest with three
Man, she can cook, she made some pig feet
Some greens, some hogmog, man, anyway
I woke up the next mornin', yawnin', ?What the fuck is this?
Man, get
me
Alarm clock ringin wake me out my sleep
Halitosis gotta brush my teeth
In the shower so I wash my feet
Thank God for my family now it's time to eat
they be speaking
Couldn't rest so I had to put them 6 feet deep
That's how it is, I was raised by the thugs
They all had potential but they told me
and really pissed off my brother
(Then it's) home by three wantin' my MTV
Sayin' I'm stoppin' this shit, startin' next week
Man (f'real) you're not gonna
of the rich pick a thin
Pockets bare and scatter, the skeletons of cultures with no rent control
Pattering feet of prostitutes and penny brown
Children
And there were three old women all dressed the same (mmm)
And they was always singin' in the back of your mind
Everybody meet the fates! (Mmm, mmm, mmm)
(Steele, Street)
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
Don't be scared
By the things that we do
And don't get mad
If we do them to you
We're not looking for a fight
hide, I'm still outside
You must can't see
Make sure I score, my Glock two-three
Uh, ski mask and a beanie
Ayy, drop, C4, streets really need it
That day,
real in the streets
Or real by any means
Send these niggas to collections
I keep tabs on all receipts
Ever since I started singing
Half these bitches
of 'maica at the age of ten
Landed at the dot airport, comin' out of may pen
Raised by his grandmama, until his real mama
Could send for the youth,
still fuck with us anyway
Don Ro and Trae fully loaded with automatics
Bitch we tripping, when coming your way
Watch what you say
Cause fucking with
and me love to explore territory foreign to our feet but not our spirits
We brought back a few continental foods and items made of local patterns
By
straight up lost
Like the Angels in this city
I wonder if any of them would date me, anyways
I digress, back to the beat, back to this shit like ass
Being a dreamer without having to sleep
Been in the country ever since I was three
My mom and my pops heard the land was free
Ever since then all I
want them billions, tryna get a few
But anyways now a nigga just back to thinking
It's 3am, we outside, so you know I ain't even blinking
But really why
the body's buried
Anyway
Burn slow with me
Ive been penny wise since before clowns
Popped up from the gutter
Hocked up something butter soft
To whip the cream
He never had the guts to speak up anyway
He tried to make a joke but nothing came out
You reach your floor
She looked at you but you wouldn't get out
Smacked her in the mouth, then I cracked her head on the chimney
Sesame Street, knock'em off they feet
Goldilocks, Three Bears, suck on this meat
Bert
met you this week
Okay (K) than I, fast forward and then the day went by
No Jays (J) on feet, amazing sky, it was about 5:15
We were in line for
of the orphans they...
Give them a Guide
They, God, they need You by their side
Heeeyy'yaaaaai
Heyyyy iii'yeeahh
Heyaiii hem'ham'hey
Holy Light In Me
Saii'demm
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