Lyrics:
Working in the rain cutting up wood
Didn't do my little brother much good
Lost two fingers in a chainsaw bite
All he does now is drink and fight
He
face
Cause y'all fuck at a snail's pace
And you might get sprayed with mace
By the ebony
So when she's doing her job you better let her be
Don't try
was raised by the wolfs ina jungle bitch call me mowgly
I roll up a wood rapped it in raws when I’m smoking dodey
My brother off molly xanz & perks I
flip wide wheels, watch for oil spills
What it is, what it ain't, in the paint, some slow by the dank
I think, make you go blank, lookin for work
Left
Yeah, you got something
Why we trippin', people
Cause I'm about to knock your ass out
Man, stop right here, back in the tent
Watch out
This is
I may not always show my pole just know im always clutchin
I put my life down for my brother don't you niggas touch him (Don't you touch him)
It's
at ravens wood man them was the old days
Doing assemblies and talent shows in P. A
I remember coming up with the K.O.D
The kings of death man we was bout
a new day
Start a new day
Get the cheese then I hit the road on time
When you stepping into a brother's grind that's a crime
Gotta bless man that's
I pray to God for some brighter days
Knock on wood like I'm superstitious
Ridin’ ‘round in my brother's honda
Whip the wheel like I'm doin’ dishes
eyes
And there they stood in the middle of the woods
And an old creepy mansion man this can't be good
And then these creatures started to appear from
no more
You said you the man you nothing but a joke
I'm a tel ya lil moma gone head and come and give me And my brother a choke
Y'all niggas tried
on me Never by my lonely
Pops had always felt That I'm the one that's chosen
Brother always had me I was at my lowest
Had to moclear coat me Cuz the kid
na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na"
Like my father before me, I'm a working man
And like my brother before me, I took a rebel
me, I'm a working man
And like my brother before me, I took a rebel stand
Oh, he was just eighteen, proud and brave
But a yankee laid him in his
the clips on the other side, even though you take L's you still got to try
Ain't looking for clout I want the respect, I'm a man first and don't you forget it
already spent
More than he can afford
Pour another my stomach's feeling empty
We've got brothers and sisters a plenty
Spoke to one and he
Told me some
been up in these streets, tryin' to get it
Raised by a single mother, two sisters two brothers
I used to think she didn't love us
Cause she beat us so
I see a brother gettin' nabbed it makes me pissed
Cosmetic enchantress scandalous temptress
The way my man went out you'd think she was a pimpstress
Haha ayeee (bang) CHEVY (Bang bang)
168th & 52nd! BITCH
Raised on 52nd I was born in '98
By the time I was 11 I was cracking people's safes
Started
complete-
Won't go home if i fail
All of my brothers on go if i (Tellem)
My (Soulja Boy) steppers
(First Ones) for to step
Sniper Gang, the sweatsuit by Kodak
it by the back dumpsters where maggots crawl
That dumpster is by the woods where the gun was drawn
Up at the sky, I pointed, then repeatedly fired like
Well I've been out of the woods for six days and nights now
Well I'm a little hot wired, but I'm feeling alright
I got some money in my pocket
na, na, na, na, na"
Like my father before me, I'm a working man
And like my brother before me, I took a rebel stand
Well, he was just eighteen,
the zip (goddamn)
Rubberband Man, like TIP (like TIP)
Shawty throw it back and I grab her by the hips (yeah)
Shawty throw it back and I grab by the hips
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