Lyrics:
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Now I know just who I am
All my boys will hold me down
Swear I love my brothers, ooh
Give me that, give me that, give me that, ooh
Give me that,
me some
Talking about that cold baloney mayonaise and bread
Well if it wasn't for cold baloney you know I would have been dead
Poor mama she sure
the beats
Used to wanna be a star
That shit might not be for me
Still my family gotta eat
I find the only way to feed em
Putting lyrics to the beats
I could
And mama asked me this morning, if I'd been by your grave
But that flag and stone ain't where I feel you anyway
I drive your truck
I roll every window
save us, ay
Nothin' can save us
Foot Locker, liquor stores, undercovers bringin' hordes
Ten years plus four, little kids die at war
Mama wants me
in you,the way my fans believed in me
Everyday I prayed and wondered if you listened to me
I'm so desperate for the paper seems I have to be patient
to leave
Dear mama, you let me go and I'm ready to leave
I apologize, I apologize for being rude
I apologize, I apologize for my mood
I apologize for not
(Southside on the track, yeah)
Yeah
Cut the bullshit, I'm not with it
Call your main bitch, she let me hit it
Haha, ha
(Metro Boomin want some
making no deals
Not even from the ones that's pushing weight in the hills (I'm self made)
All alone, I had no father
And my mama, she had my brother
We
my papa and my mama and me
The clock strikes three and papa jumps to his feet
Already mama's cooking papa something to eat
At half past, papa he's
could never fill the shoes that she prayed for me
Even though I treasure those kicks so faithfully
I just wanted her to understand my bravery
I'm tryna'
(JGS Baby)
Known as S.R.R. close to me but afar
You were born to be first create a way for us all
I’m in your top 5 no ghost writin’ my bars
a home for my mama and my papa and me
The clock strikes three papa jumps to his feet
Already mama's cookin' papa somethin' to eat
At half past papa he's
mind hates the attention
I'm sorry suicide didn't work but keep on living
Mama beaten by some niggas, If I see em I'm a kill em
She prayed till she
the child
When I held the little girl in my arms, I was glad of the offer I'd made
She said, "Thank you, mister, for holding me up; I wanted to see
papa and my mama and me
The clock strikes three papa jumps to his feet
Already mama's cookin' papa somethin' to eat
At half past papa he's ready to go
papa and my mama and me
The clock strikes three papa jumps to his feet
Already mama's cookin' papa somethin' to eat
At half past papa he's ready
across the land
Led by a bleached blonde man with a mic in his hand
Act two, song's the only way for me to talk to you
Cos you're the king of hip hop
I'm
mind is
Moving my mama off the sect'
I got a brother in that jam and
Got a brother on my neck
I done robbed a lot of niggas trying
To run me up a check
happy for y’all
Just know I’m never mad
I suspect Pac and Biggie
Got killed by the Feds
But I can’t prove it
So I leave that in the past
2 weeks after I
on them bitches
Like wait
I can do good and still might hate
Prayed to God for my wrongs so I gotta clean slate
I was down bad it was times I ain’t ate
Cut
tomorrow I'm goin' home and see my son
Now he was just a little boy when they took me away
And with his mother gone I left him for my mama to raise
Now he
When I was four, I fell off my bike
But you told me I'd be okay
When I was five, you were by my side
When mama was far away
When I was ten, you
pain, know she cared for me
Gave me a number, said she recommended some therapy
I asked my mama why she didn't believe me when I told her "No"
I never
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