Lyrics:
Twenty-two years ago to keep it on track (uh-huh)
The birth of a child on the eighth of October (it's like that)
A toast but my granddaddy came sober (crazy
Twenty-two years ago to keep it on track (uh-huh)
The birth of a child on the eighth of October (it's like that)
A toast but my granddaddy came sober (crazy
Feeling red, Feeling blue
Driving around just thinking about you
Taylor Swift on repeat
Every song is pulling on a memory
Like when we talked for
no money
We don't need no farm
I could live without my whiskey
I don't need this guitar
All I need is
You and your river blue eyes
So I can look at you
heart
So giving all the love you have
There is a special reason
There is a special reason this time
Long lost brother of mine
Seeing my life for
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
locked in a can
Me never understand the way a brother
Go dey kill a brother man
For these things called rabbas (money)
I live a life they wanna live my
and strife, that's where I found my bliss
Tryna live life like this, they all wanna
'Bounce to this'
They say he ain't taking no L's
Yeah that brother's bound
standing by the live oak tree, in our yard on Canyon Lake
And I'm driving under miles and miles of clear blue Texas skies
Some strangers in a pick-up truck,
shifted
A picture paints a thousand words when you're tongue twisted
To all my brothers and sisters remaining on the grind
Seeking a better future through
the motherland
And it's designed for the mind of my brother man
Who put it together, no other man
And we came to tell it to the world, we can't keep it
with lions
Prepare for violence
Funk Volume's an unfair alliance
We embarrass giants
And rip mic's till we get laryngitis
My wave's sitting like
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
Fuck the bitch, I make her sweat, huh
I'ma die by my respect, huh
I put a check up on my neck
Life check ya in the head
I signed for a couple milli'
of my Benz (my Benz)
I admit I'm sorry for my sins (my sins)
I admit it, admit it (I admit it)
I admit it, I did it (I did it, yeah)
I admit it, I
and we can start our lives in the cool crisp air of October skies
So if I ask myself who I want by my side then I know for sure that our futures bright
killed my brother
They killed my woadie
They got me up late sittin' by the window with my 40
Long live Ronnie B, long live TD
The streets so dirty
I
'Live on I know you ain't gone, but I miss you, brother
I miss you
Had to talk to my brother about them thugging days
I miss my bruhda bad nothing
don't even check em
I can't rat on my brothers for cheddar
And my music get better better
Now my bitch gettin wetter and wetter
I can slide on the dot any
Open up your eyes
It's another dark October
Take another look inside
And see the darkness taking over
All in how we live our lives
Seeking nothing
for my children and my kin
Til my brothers out the motherfucking pen I'm going in
Verse 2 (Ice-T)
Fuck it
Bout to bust it with guns in broad
Run for your lives, oh my God
Yo watch it! Yo what everybody runnin' for?
This is it, run for your lives
Motherfucker quit pushin'!
Oh my God,
to think that I
Didn't need no love to get by
But my brothers, showed me otherwise
Took me 22 years just to realize
And my mother, yeah she got me through
of death
My niggas, we the last ones left, but life goes on
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a heaven for
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