Lyrics:
"Under the
Cherry Moon" And I was there
That's how I look
At it like this shit just went down
You see the mastery that
I'm surrounded by? How
On earth am I
how we live as a kid
Hoes,in drop top benz, having major ends (x2)
[Verse 2-Telly Mac]
(Its just the street life)
We breakin' out no matter what
Yeah, can I live?
Can I live?
My mind is infested, with sick thoughts that circle
Like a Lexus, if driven wrong it's sure to hurt you
Dual level
of redemptive violence ain't taught us much.
We mask it with a banner, of 'In God We Trust'
Never stopping to ask what would it be like if it were us
Truthfully
the unthinkable and sacrificed both of they dreams
Just so three of they kids could live here with ease
Hoped for the best knowing karma will come back around for
love spread
Monsters in my bed
Thoughts up in my head
She vibing different when she be around the kid
Wonder where you been hiding for a minute
Let me
just like us
Now we are fighting a war over there
No matter who's the winner we can't pay the cost
'Cause there's a monster on the loose
It's got
put in work like red ants
And when I walk by Curtis Mayfield'll draft
And spell the full limp love is just like Shaft
Shit I craft, is harder than
to snooze
I got a daughter now
Now I got a lot to lose
I got a lot to prove
I got a lot to do
Writing rhymes for my kid
Something like Dr. Seuss
Motherfucker
I got love for all of my cousins
And you ain’t messin’ with us
‘Cause we are rollin’ squad deep
Like we all are a bunch of homies
See, but we are
We
shit it's Ice Rasta," is what my friends say
But I'm not Eric Andre, I don't play any games
I'm gonna be a teacher helping kids with math
Be like
that
Heres a monsters from a dark land eating your head
Why you so sad, what about killing it
Don't you deal with it
Don’t you wanna leaving it, rats
Yeah
Please let me be me
And if not, then let me be
Cuz I feel like the kid
Trying to find a way to live
In world where nothing’s free
I’ve been
girlfriends (girlfriends)
Hell with this record deal, it ain't worth this shit forreal
Ain't seen my kids in years, they tryna lock me up like Bill
How much
dat but ho's be loving it whatever you had budgeted
my pocket money double it. rich kids like my lil cousin, still thuggin it.
it hurts to see me do it
Uh huh
Lets get it clear (Uh huh) Brooklyn Vietnam (That's right)
Yo yo, live from the 718, Murder City
Lay down nigga (It's the Ill Na Na)
Cut
wheels here
You trying to cut our lights out like we don't live here
Look what was handed us, fathers abandoned us
When we get them hammers, go on call
We dem kids
In the streets
Trynna get it
But they gon hate us
The moment we say we made it
But thats the life
That we chose to live
And i can
like us
Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they knowin'
Straight to the depths of Hell is where those cowards goin'
Well, are you still
like us
Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they knowin'
Straight to the depths of Hell is where those cowards goin'
Well, are you still
the Henny, drunk totin)
It's motion on stage, put niggaz in a craze
Musical chairs when I raise like flags, a forte
Hell raise, find ya by doorags (doorags,
want more than a taste
Electric, kid magnetic
Stayed intrepid through depression
Been to hell and back
Can never crack
Had no direction
Hanging on by
your eyes open, sharp reflexes
Three TECs is in the Jeep Lexus just in case police test us
Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars
of Georgie
Like fuck life's so crazy
Shrooms got me thinking wavy
Never by yourself cuz you've got yourself baby
Joey on the beat, Tribbiani
These ain't my
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