Lyrics:
can miss me with them problems
Right now that ain't what I'm on
Told my baby girl that
Daddy out here grinding be back home
And I told my baby
Boy I
phone
You best understand, you ask for a gram
You getting ignored 'cause he sell by the O's, yeah
Never switch up on my team, yeah
BB shaking up
character strapped with the sounds profound
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone
writing in my momma basement
Now I'm on all the bass it's crazy
You can catch me at home with the foreign
Wrist so icy I gave it away
I'm just kidding I
There rests the future for the land that they stole
A whole nation built upon the labor of black folk
He's gonna pay for his crimes to humanity
caught me by surprise
It didn't have to go that way
And I feel bad for his daughter
Now he got something to say
I think I'll just break into the back door
town of how
The beast comes in the night and tears families apart
It ravages with no remorse and carries off its prey westward
And the ones it leaves
pay for it or make your dollar circulate a day for it
Claim you thug but won't spray for it
But you'll clap me so what you gonna do
Just vote or just
and soul and send me like Shazam
Never question who I am
God knows
And I know God personally
In fact he lets me call him me
Although I never cracked up
Told me, I could do the time standin' on my head, cousin
Yo Paps, stay focused, you out hear bustin'
By the time I come home, you gonna be somethin'
I
That makes me know that, we we we we're doin'
We had the right idea in the beginning
And and we just need to maintain our focus, and elevate
We
in tight jeans frontin like queens
Chickenheads who should be home takin care of their eggs
Instead they always in the club flirtin with men
mean vicious woman)
Everyday ?for supper time, she'd go down by the truck patch
And pick her a mess of polk salad, and carry it home in a tow sack
I need you to carry on
So I can make it to your home
Am I different, does any body feel this way
Feeling broke down like a car on the interstate
(Yeah)
Fuck with me pour the Henny out
I just want you to hear me out
Pick me apart don't tear me out (Don't tear me out)
I'm in my bag no carry out (In my
YouTube rapper dropping whenever I want, dropping 49
I'm Anthony Edward's when he hit the career high (On God)
I'm really going off my mind, clear
books
And I opened my 3rd eye
Tired of my life
Just passing me by
Like a Bus-Stop-Bum
That never gets a ride
He sitting barefoot,
With his mothafuckin'
trinity
It's like the gods telling me you weren't meant for me
But Mista stubborn he don't listen to the Mighty G
Even if it means fall in love with
You want to ride?
I got a ride
Hey girl, just imagine me and you, along the road
Switchin from silent gear to a moany mode
All you gonna hear
forget the lies
Get drunk, now's the time
Now's the time for feelings and to really let go
Catch me just sitting at home
Sat in the zone
Original nutter
somehow you carry a heavy load
Like that small boy club I'm no member
Single till your man comes home around December
Say you wanna leave
I know you gonna
mean vicious woman)
Everyday ?for supper time, she'd go down by the truck patch
And pick her a mess of polk salad, and carry it home in a tow sack
mean vicious woman)
Everyday ?for supper time, she'd go down by the truck patch
And pick her a mess of polk salad, and carry it home in a tow sack
mean vicious woman)
Everyday ?for supper time, she'd go down by the truck patch
And pick her a mess of polk salad, and carry it home in a tow sack
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