Lyrics:
sometimes get stuck in my own life
And put music before anything even myself
I hope that's not the death of me
Family, you be there even with no money
I know
ain't no need to pretend
But you don't wanna get singled out and labeled a grinch
While Christmas albums play on every turntable that spins
So let's, take
Daddy died in '21 i swear I couldn't see it through
But I pushed on cause god made this plan
And if i could get through it I know that you can too
Man
you get it
Through you door today?
I hope you did, I hope you did
And you know what I’m gonna say
Don’t waste away
Cause I’ll see it all one day
Imma
there
In 2005 I found cheap recording space and
Sang about the killing ground of Somalia:
"We begin our day by the way of the gun
You don't pay
write down the line
I give sight to the blind, I'm
Comin through with the click
Whattcha gonna do when shit gets thick
gonna start your runnin
defeat as soon as I see all my family fade
I swear I'm sorry pops for all the pain that I would put you through
Promise imma get a bag and give a bunch
What the fuck is this?
Don't get mad, you're family cares about you and wants you to get better
Jesus Christ, alright fine
Let's make it quick, I got
barely see?
Knowing damn well you made it through because of me?
I let you travel home safe to your family
Unscathed, and now it's time to speak candidly
had to be
Just to be simple with you brother I'm truly glad to be a fuck up
Cuz right now I'm down so homie what's up
I know I didn't grow to get here
Man I did this shit and I feel real grown
Look I told my family if they rock with me they get a seat
See it at my table when I finally meet defeat
Look
leagues receive third degrees
Attack like a wolf pack, once I pull back
Then guard you, and bust through like a fullback
Yo, you fourteen carat gold
(yeah, yeah)
Got cold, had to go get a mink (yeah)
New finger rings hit like a sink (yeah, yeah)
You a bad bitch, then we can link (what?)
Hit
you was evicted
I'm really conflicted, put you on the canvas
A day in my life I know you wouldn't manage
What's a good image, knocked out but still
back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By
dawg
Pick a MC put him in a zoot (smoke that)
You don't want smoke, you just pick and choose (hmm)
Put on your album, I'm skippin' through
This ain't
Taking trips all around the world trying to get that doe and you noticed
It’s some things that I’ve been going through It’s what life do
It’ll taunt you
[MURS]
So many questions. So what man? You hangin with El? You signed to Def Jux?
How much you get for your advance man?
[Verse 3: MURS]
Off this album
Out on bail but I still gotta keep somethin' on
'Cause I can't let 'em take my life, you might get left you make that right
When he got left it wasn't
nigga!
I guess it's the thing
Now, they used to hate on us
Pull out your cannon, come through
And spray on us
Laying the cut, but Dogg can see a mutt
You
funky, tryna get back up
A music-loving man, using talent to get bands
And some fans that demand an album and a single
And then I get some catches and I
Can you turn this up?
Some days, I just think about my granny
Some days, I just wanna be with family
Some days, I be feelin' like I'm blessed
Other
Been seven months since you left
Some nights it hits me harder than others, that's when I get depressed
I play your shit, but I had to stop reading old
box
Y'all ain't bout that shit you speak about, you just tweet a lot
Smokin' on your album, puff puff, I'm a rasta
This ain't even pressure, you ain't
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