Lyrics:
the good
Verse:
So what to get
The man who has everything
An age-old question created by the kids
Who’s life was laid out with no stress and
Their number
two Jezebel's
Two fatherless kids One single mum
No longer young But the boys still come
Yo, wishin' she could take it back to the old school
two Jezebel's
Two fatherless kids One single mum
No longer young But the boys still come
Yo, wishin' she could take it back to the old school
we follow, others found 'em difficult
I guess it's obvious
As to what my hobby is
The root of all evil, pollute the scene niggas by the kids
Wearing gear so out but in though
Come on kid and do the no, no
Two young brothers on a hovercraft (yeah)
Telepathic love and belly laughs (oh yeah)
Reagan wasn't gettin his
I never wanted a hand out young Jake
I never got jealous over how much a brother makes
So I was on my own, no love in the school
Wearing gear so out but in though
Come on kid and do the no, no
Two young brothers on a hovercraft (yeah)
Telepathic love and belly laughs (oh yeah)
and i get to rise above, what a lucky twist
Life fuckin all up on a nigga, but i don't love the bitch//
Unsung young gun that can't be muzzled by others
I
pleasure
You really tasted them
But
If the young kids of today will allow you a metaphor
From another time
The grooves in your favorite song get worn down
to illustrate
These metaphors in ways that we can all relate
And If you promise me to be an influence that's positive
We'll change the world by the time the dawn
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
em, never in my pivotal
Ima love Doc. given out my persciptionals
Its the principals, I'm the prince of cool, I love broads
But Im a young Don, so my
more about moderation and modern day shit
Let's learn black love, take it back by the basis
We ain't even gotta fake shit
Beautiful black women, help
should be selling this right now
but straight up y'all get free stuff
Independent (cause we love underground heads)
When you buy Necro stuff, Necro gets
I'm writing it?
Tryna feed the kids
The narcs striking us like lighting
My young boy 17 took a 20 to 40
By the time he do that 20, my youngin' be 40
Kids taking lives of other kids
People turning their heads like they want to see us dead
I remember when X got shot outside my house
By then I was
the interlude, but
I got brought to a different altitude
Realized I was nice with y'all while disrespecting myself
And it made me fall
The breath of fresh air,
Ladies and gentlemen
This one goes out to that little kid that got fried Spam for lunch
I feel for you, I'm with you, I'm with you, brother
respect that your
Whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black)
When I was a young boy
My father took me into the city
To see
we rocking the crowd,
Get gwop by the thou', wow
Come on and roll with the kid, back to the crib
Car real fast, bed real big
Just like that,
Stuff you’d binge on TV––death, murder, horror, mayhem––the kind of shit she tried to avoid. But, no matter what she did, monsters populated her thoughts
All of the strange kids
Color flame on the log wood
It was all good
Like a lava lamp, they gon' make me dance (yeah)
Sit by the fireplace (yeah)
forgot how late he stayed up
See Maximillian was a jealous kid who never had much, had much
He thought that the way to fit in was to have stuff, have stuff
forgot how late he stayed up
See Maximillian was a jealous kid who never had much, had much
He thought that the way to fit in was to have stuff, have stuff
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