Lyrics:
straight facts
Tonight, let's get this over with and done, cuz you the one
Bear my daughter, set of twins, another daughter, plus two sons
I'm so blessed
know you know
That I've been working some plans for you
Only in my time will it carry you
See you had some dreams
But pain buried them
But I sent my Son
Cause these niggas all in they Fendi bag
Hard for the internet
Never been into that
Bringing my winners back
Niggas who really rap
Niggas who live
the subject
They've taught you well collar around your neck
Buried under debt they got yo sorry ass in check
Babylon must die open your eyes
On sait pas trop
what I wrote
All the bodies buried in the walls
I will find them all
When the day's end has passed us by
When the stars fall from the sky
Well, I'd do
at the bottom
Selfish and grasping for all
They'll stay by a man when he's winning
And laugh in his face when he falls
My pal was an honest young puncher
Honest
through mud and rain
We movin on strong, learnin right from wrong
When you dead, buried and gone, yo the world goes on
Up in Sad Hill, IAM, and Sunz
day dark is illuminated
God's mistake altered and uncreated
Wrong's made right left to the jungle pioneer
See in the field my little son
illuminated
God's mistake altered and uncreated
Wrong's made right, left to the jungle pioneer
See in the field my little son and daughter
Not long ago that
to the grave imma raise up//
Chest poked out in my opps face//
cnd it's not by my might, it's by God's grace//
crmor of God on as I stomp snakes//
Prayin for my
me
Sons and daughters by my side
Basking in my wealth my pride
No regrets our future's open wide
A trail of blood and tears, loss and fear, the price
you molest your daughter
They say that's ten times worse than manslaughter
Man you ought of, be dead in a grave
But it wasn't my call, so instead
by City Hall found that London
Has seen an increase of 71%
In victims of serious youth violence since 2012
The Mayor says this is linked
of the father
Falls to the son
And to the daughter
Whose will, still
Will not be done
Oh, the wind will never remember
All the ruins, swept away
The sea will
out the streets
Fuck it, keep goin' hard, don't let 'em see you weak
To all my niggas first time steppin' in the pen
Read a book and exercise, keep
Still put in pain
Its still fuck the other side dont ever Think this shit a game
You gon get put up on a shirt or you Get put inside a grave
I always tell
It's head was stomped and crushed in, then buried in an unmarked grave
Along with Mary and her bullets and bones
Here as the stained glass colors your
the cemetary don't know why?
How many strikes y'all niggas need
How many innocent children in the ghetto got to lose thier lives?
WHY!!!! Why you gotta make
Beware of niggas claiming that they're dogs when they just bark a lot
Real G's move in silence and y'all talk a lot
Environment's products so niggas
really all about getting paid?
Money can't buy nothing buried in a grave
Slave driven, unforgiven
The more you make, the better your livin'
So it's all
What's it like to be all alone
All by yourself in a broken home?
Try not to be like mom and dad
Realize you're just fucked like them (like them)
to swim in the summer water
All the small town sons and daughters
Were baptized a thousand times
Built a fire by it like an altar
Gave it every song we
and they raised the son to reign
That's a play on words, they say herb ain't all the same
Slaves in prison and they some unchained
While everybody in my
throw the covers back and peek out of the draperies
My daughter, my baby, my baby mama all escaping me
In the wind, she was my friend
Like Princess Di
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