Lyrics:
I don't be rapping I be thinking Out loud
I just say whats on my mind I Been this way since a child
Had to hustle off the muscle got This shit from
parent receive their
Child with different emotions at one point
Mum squeezed my hand and whispers
"I'm glad I'll be able to keep you close"
I squeeze back
Look
They say the universe, it works in a strange way
And it must be true because, we ain't from the same background or same place
But me
And he only 19, he ain't even had a child
As a child, told his mama he'll be gone for a while
And she cried, still they just put him inside
Now she all
will y'all cry
In the meantime, I'm just doing my part
Being a good boy, a loyal dog with no bark
I been gone all day and come back when it's dark
But I
twitches
My life good
Because I made a commitment
If i sold my soul
Then there would be no limit
The money, the power,
The devil will give it
You
at the picture
It don't look good right now
Tour up, broke up
Can't get no love
But Deep down
Growing Is a seed
Planned to be a tree
Sometimes it takes
their children
Held hands
Whispered good morning
Said good night and
Thanked God
On the day you were born
I was a child
Full of happy thoughts
child is worth to you to this there is no digit
Brothers like Ed O G said be a father can you dig it?
I write this here song to express my sentimentality
Look - you ain't dealin wit no child's toy
I'm a wild cowboy (yo I'm a wild cowboy)
Yet you walk around town with
Them real aisle toys
Your best bet,
and then they disappeared slowly as the men returned to their village in hopes that the child would be there.
God evening, good night, watched over by tiny angels,
Who show the little Christ Child's tree in dreams,
Sleep now, blessed and sweet, look at dream's
girl
I'm Muslim, I go by Quran
The way I be smilin' and holdin' my gun
She think I be mimickin' Von, grandson
She only play me in the whip
India
hittin' up Virgil for Louis Vuitton
It's not in the Bible to wife off one girl
I'm Muslim, I go by Quran
The way I be smilin' and holdin' my gun
She
runner, feverfew and lemonbalm
Thank you knitbone and sweetgrass and sunchoke
And false indigo whose petals stammered apart
By bumblebees good Lord
With ecstasy.
I'm child-like terror I tore out the tap roots
Cards of the lash were calling to follow suit
I dashed for the swamps, the hounds in
I can't even depend on you
you say a lot of good things
But something else you always do
Be a man of your word
Try to love something other than
world
It's hard to get by just upon a smile
Oh, baby, baby, it's a wild world
I'll always remember you like a child, girl
You know I've seen a lot
a bit of the good life, a piece of the cake
And enough of the hard times to keep us awake.
It takes the eyes of a woman, the heart of a child
the only king around here
Was gonna be him
Then he told his soldiers as I recall
When they found that child, to kill them all
But granddad overheard
Nwa mu oma (My good child)
Oga adili gi mma (It will be well with you)
Mama anata oyooyo, Mama anata oyooyo, Onata ojebe oyooyo (Mother is back....,
we are fragile and would be damaged by
An encounter with the thing we dread
The active variety is something most
Of us have experienced at
Some point
love it
[Chorus x2]
I be that big money gripper
Candy co come flipper
Twenty's is bling blingin' when I'm on your block dippin'
Drunk funkin'
give up on life, cause that's the only thing I protect
When I be a father I'm not gon' be a child neglect
My favorite colors red but I'm not gon be
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