Lyrics:
Verse 1
Did some bad things but we weren't bad kids
Just getting into trouble like our daddys did
Thick as thieves, in clubhouse trees*
Spitting
Gunz
I was born to raise hell and cause havoc when I enter
have the pin back hands up white flag surrender
what I'm into pulling stocks
blood gone cold
I'm a damned Hellrazor damned Hellrazor
(Razor, razor, razor, razor, razor, razor)
My daddy was a preacher
Tried to teach me wrong from
was given
By any means, that don't mean death or no prison
Just raising my daughters to beautiful women
Then give me a son and I'm finished
Passin'
was part of my rap’s material,
My mama & nana gave me the best, they made me feel imperial,
Kingly, heavenly, uplifted by two strong women,
I watch
us in or we gone burn it down
I've been trying to reach you preacher
I need forgiveness, I've been sinning in that sleek two-seater
Pick any clinic,
Crenshaw baby
Grow up in the
Hood
But momma
Kept it solid
Made look
Good
Never had
Ahh daddy nigga
Left when I was
Like 2
Get my lady
Pregnant
Never
She hate it when I tease her
I know all her features
Always threaten to leave me now
Daddy was a preacher
You know she a speaker, Teresa
"One More
the preacher, its deception when you around there
Haha, I'm infinite bitch
Lil mama, yea she bad, and she got that thing I like
If you gon move incorrect, just
And no I ain't a teacher
But Listen up mothafucka
Just know that ima preacher
And I'm Thankful for all
Thankful for love
I'm glad that I work for my shit
rumble
Can't self sabotage, we either toss it out or fumble
No turnover's, warm smiles, turnt colder
Daddy pain ain't the same, but I smelt that but harsh
why
Fuck your curiosity
The mind is a disease of semen
Demonized philosophy
Revel in this hypocrisy
Repelled by mediocrity
Of feeble minded people
hear me dear?”
She was talking to a stone-deaf ear
Daddy told me: ”Don´t you touch a gun
Listen up, I don´t want my son
wasting years in a county
her sister killed
But still I rise and still I live
And still I try and here I am
Bout to hit the gas and just disappear
My daddy kissing curbs by
no other Daddy died when I was just three
Always understood that she did the best she could I needed someone right there Momma would be
I never
of anything
If Caroline was mine
Her daddy is a preacher
And may he rot in hell
I'd sell my soul to satan for
A bucket from your well
I know that he don't like
Last nigga tried me broke and lyin'
Baby, I heard this mag' could kill (I heard)
Look at the preacher and look at the spill
Swear on the bible
daddy, sister, auntie
Brother, uncle, cousin and them
It's time we get it in for Jesus
Start a buzz up for Him
Man but somethings always stopping you
Maybe
much of anything
If caroline was mine
Her daddy is a preacher
And may he rot in hell
I'd sell my soul to satan for
A bucket from your well
I
think I talk too much
That I’m not your type and you don’t like the hype
Cause your daddy is a preacher
Now you wearing my t-shirt
And I don’t want this
dick ain't ya standardHer mama evangel her daddy a pastor don't know her son father Gramps call him a bastard she flew out to Vegas with friends
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