Lyrics:
and teen suicide
We hear the wailing mothers, the grieving sisters, the tormented brothers and fathers
And children planning their own funeral with pink
This one is Cloak Beats, man
Yo
Yeah man
Check it out
Uh-huh
Radar
Damasio
I should have said Perez
And here we go
Here in the concrete
We wait
Nigga, we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA
Nigga whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it!
Thug Luv, nigga. What time is it?
Yo, I don't give
Nigga, we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA
Nigga whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it!
Thug Luv, nigga. What time is it?
Yo, I don't give
Nigga, we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA
Nigga whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it!
Thug Luv, nigga. What time is it?
Yo, I don't give
how to… go oh-aye
Gotta go hard fa' my son and I… got one on the way
Don't know shit bout being no father, But I know we gone be strait
Don't know shit
Aye yo—once upon a time in Detroit[00:12.11]There was this man named Rob[00:13.52]He had just got outta work[00:14.81]He wiped the sweat off his
zone
A place called home
Plateau, no
Never keep on growing
Keep on growing
Keep on going
And keep on sowing
Seeds that we know will reach the other side
your flowers
Here go your claps
It's your time now
We gon run this back
Let em know where the fuck you at
Where the fuck you at?
Oooh baby you right here
Look forward to a bagel and a donut to eat
But as we strolling on the right side
A cop drives by real slow staring at us with the wide eyes
That look
The way my green be growin you can say that im a farmer
Aint tryna raise yo kids bitch go find the baby’s father
Im into lunch dates eatin sushi by
conversation 'bout yo' occupation
Here we go with this mandantory time wastin'
My nigga Master P is in Suite 23 doin' hella shit (unnnnngh)
To ya relative
In
conversation 'bout yo' occupation
here we go with this mandantory time wastin'
My nigga Master P is in Suite 23 doin' hella shit (unnnnngh)
to ya relative
In
you actin' cool & yo' cousin lookin' nervous
Bullshit conversation 'bout yo' occupation
here we go with this mandantory time wastin'
My nigga Master
the Ph love watin' rinchels
Cause they doughnuts
They go nuts for a dozen
Shut up they spot, me and my baby cousin
It seems they were slippin' by
And we
clright Sheez
Let's go
Time to keep it real
Yo what up Kamoshun
Thanks homie
Letter To My Son
Hey Brandon
Listen up kid
Dear Son,
Long ago I
father's homework
That's the kid who gave us a boost
He gave them things on the arms, said for us to be calm
And if some beef pop off, go 'head and ring
down a Sodom and Gommorah Refugees we nah go so
[Chorus]
So talk weel if you vex, try and jump in a mi chest, you Mr. Punk, well
Come and do your
Haz el amor conmigo
(Kissin', touchin', caressin')
Ya no me dejes solo tonight
Sayin', "why didn't I go home with you?"
(Yo) tonight, I'm from
you are God
And we are nothing without you, you are our God
And you are right there by our sides for every hour God
You have done great things and I
a vow(el)
Ah, sEE I knOw yoU won't go making this here easy, Does it
Ever cross your mind we were once a dime a doz, Cousin
Let's keep it breezy, bruvin, Like
[Run-D.M.C.]
Inconceivable, unbelievable
Grammar like a hammer information receivable
Sent by the Lord, here and abroad
With words well adored
baby
Ya feel me
She said ready or not here i come like the fugees
cye Kendra we dont deserve you God just lent you to me
Fathers day every day wont be
Nigga, we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA
Nigga whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it!
Thug Luv, nigga. What time is it?
Yo, I don't give
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