Lyrics:
flesh
But you seek not
Glory of your own self
How you got conceived Lord
Defines that you're in deed God
Favoured by the men and God
Though still child
Story of a blessed child
I've been through a lot but am here now
I can't really explain how I ghat here
But oh well let me make good use of my time
the deen)
That thing (the Sirat al-Mustaqim)
That thing (yo)
That thing (it's about a thing)
That thing (uh, yo)
If ya feel real good wave your hands in
Aw shit, Aw fuck
Me, Kali and Ces we go to get bucks
On the path but didn't think we'd get stuck
By some crass lads that's 'bout to get tough
lightning
Shouldn't have to prove myself by killin' a ***
Even a child can take it like by pull the trigga
Retaliation only takes anger mixed with
She be like team natural, I was a bastard child
B*tches they used to not see me at all, but look how they acting now
Snapchat just to slay these
Pam from Planned Parenthood "
"Hi Ma'am, I'm pregnant, and I didn't plan very good
I fear what will be said of me,
My peers, they will be dreading me,
good for justice that you realize
Too much time in jail no good for the guys
Criminals are sometimes created by the laws
Can't be good in a cage where
my child!
I'm giving the it back
With hot tears streaming down my face
I watched it carefully, and I understand it's for the good
If you want it back
killing me
But no one knew how evil could be a Hillary
Call 'em by they name so you recognize a child molestor
Do your research wikileaks John Podesta
the neighbourhood, get swallowed by the sound
But nothing feels good, and I am planted on the ground.
It'll all fall away, I know
In the end it will be buried by
smokin joints
Too leave it all behind with the crack of a smile
And if you could see through my whole soul
Probably takin over by a nine
Us ghetto childs
the sunshine, yeah, it's summertime
Little brew, a little bit of little wine
We feeling good now, in the hood now
Rio de Janeiro, understood now?
Coming from
for a long time, and I'm still gettin' money oh
Hol' up, hol' up we dem boyz
Hol' up, hol' up, we makin' noise
Paranoid as a child, blessed to be
know damn well that they don't give a fuck
I be on that finger flipping killing shit up in the cut
That's what's up
All these bitches out here tryna gas
wonder why
Long as I got you right here by my side, I know when the day end that I'm gone be fine
Love when you smile, hate when you cry. Giving my effort,
dreaming of a sundress
And a fresh pepper being covered by dirt
I thought I was good alone
All I knew was an only child
Body and mind are siblings
But,
feel good
And half the times we be actin' up call the cops
Bringin' a cease to the peace that was on my block
It never stops, when my mama ask me will
remain brothers, fuck the others
In this cold world the war that's controlled by the trigger
Revelation or the scripture got to be that live nigga
right
Long as it read/write it should be a good night
I jam with the left
And then I slide with the right
That msr my bestfriend
That FN come with extend
Wooh, feels good, don't it?
Excuse me, miss, lemme talk to ya
I know, I know I know you're here all by yourself
You've got that something
eagerness
Come to me babe, I just miss your tenderness
I feel like a child when you hold me close
You're my perfection
Nobody else comes close
It's no good
Gypsy woman told my mama 'while 'fore I was born
Got a boy child comin' mama he'll be a bad one, now
I'll make all you little girls turn your heads
the North
I gave him my blanket, he gave me his word
I said, where are we goin', he said we'd be back by the fourth
I said, that's the best news that I've
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