Lyrics:
the racks out now (Yuh)
We can bring the racks out now (Yuh)
We can bring the racks out now (Quavo)
Pull up with rings on (Pull up)
I'm puttin' my team
by fuckboys
One bullet, one target, one choice
You can take an L or take the shell
It's still double M still making mills
Made niggas respect my
the crew
Death Row, fast life
Foreclosed on my past life
The white man call us stupid niggas
We spend it all, nothing for our children
Had it all, now it's
for my people, yet we don't know why
They cuttin' sistas off welfare, these kids can't eat
And it's the children like thuggish minds turned out by
silently run by the fear, silently run by the children, silently run by the frogmen, silently run by oxygen tanks, silently run by the nursing home, silently
close my eyes
And pretend this allows me to hide
Daddy, daddy, why are you sleeping
When I need you by my side?
Why did we start this journey
When we
I did a thing last night
You know those future games
I turned off all the lights
Oh, the future came
You were by my side
Will you explain?
Oh
scientist
He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man
Look, look into my mouth he cries
And all the children lost down many paths
I bet my life, you'll walk
children
have imaginary friends
I called mine daddy"
There's more syllables in haiku than times I've talked to my father
I'm a damn good father, but a better
in, bring it in, bring my love in
Bring it in, bring it in, bring my love in
The wind is wailing, storms rise up fast
Rise up a little one call me home
at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun
a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by
you haven't seen it
I'll laugh until my head comes off
Women and children first, and children first
And children
Here I'm alive everything all
the bull by the horn
And this time we're getting it slain
They wanna do what I do
Hating on me but they act like we Cool
They just wanna take a walk in my
to die
it's getting harder for my people yet we don't know why
they cuttin sistas off welfare these kids can't eat
and it's the children like
ah mash up the system
The way I man ah mash up the town
Them nah take no time to teach the children right
So we haffi bring a champion sound
whole house and home
My children don't want me no more
Bad talk inside de house dey bring
And when I talk they start to sing
Mama, look a boo boo they
whole house and home
My children don't want me no more
Bad talk inside de house dey bring
And when I talk they start to sing:
Mama, look a boo-boo
King Jesus, every word that you say
I’ll tell em bout my pain, but also that I’m healed by your grace
Ima bring it gritty, but keep it real clean
Ima
can ya play the fiddle
Yes, by crackies I can play a little
Bring it on down to my house, honey, ain't nobody home but me
Ah, yeah
Bring it on down
to die
it's getting harder for my people yet we don't know why
they cuttin sistas off welfare these kids can't eat
and it's the children like
a disguise and hide, 'cause it'll be my fault
So don't do drugs, and do exactly as I don't
'Cause I'm bad for you
See children, drugs are bad (come on)
a disguise and hide, 'cause it'll be my fault
So don't do drugs, and do exactly as I don't
'Cause I'm bad for you
See children, drugs are bad (come on)
calling
Calling me
to bring my guitar home.
I'm happy singing
in a crowd
The lights are bright,
the music's loud
I like to look
in every face
But out
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