Lyrics:
Mother nature takes you by the hand
Introduces you to father time
Have you ever met your Uncle Sam?
And did he offer you a dollar for a dime?
Don't
Belly Lyrics
Look
Hustle like an cfrican mother out the motherland
Tryna get a hunned bands
But sumn bout these streets man I don't understand
me? Been scammed by my own family, so I had to detach
It's man like Mic, I'll be damned if I don't go ham on the track
Gotta lose what you love,
started to start shit so bend over
Take a dick or two then rest your head on my shoulder
I feel myself getting colder as I get older but
I’m hot as fuck
Excuse me, uh, on those drinks?
It's 2:1:1 on the daiquiris
It ruins the whole day when my baby mother mad at me
Spliff could probably jump your
Landed to my destination
Trying to wash this money
I know this shìt is dirty
And the Feds gone be on me
I ain't tripping hire homies
War ready like
grants me eternal youth so I'm envied by gods and men
I rule with fire and with fire I fight, prevailing with anger and might
My golden armor shines as I
Amidst a swirling din of smoke and screaming
On the battlefield born reared on the teat of my dead mother war
Hardened to stone through abuse
the trap
Going to war over blocks they never owned
Killing each other because of the wrong color clothes
Me I make my own fucking destiny
I don't let nobody
I'll be by my motherfuckin' self
commit Seppuku
And live on through my children and stories cause I got buku
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Catcha girly by the toe
If she squealing let it blow
[Chorus]
They tried to pull my playa card
But das ok
They actin' like they don't know us
But das ok
I done emptied out a whole clip
But das ok
And exalt from the wars on flight
He brings these children on His shoulders
He will be by your side
Rock your Christmas
We're gonna rock your Christmas
I was born, and I was made by the hands of marmalade
I've got legends in my blood; I've got Indians in my veins
And in the year of '44 Grandpaw went
man who's becoming a gun man
Raised by a single mother who makes concern with the
And going on vacation, whenever the invitation
Was presented,
words either confirm the truth we live by or contradict
Our words make us advocate, or adversary
My words are like rigid Sunday school teacher, sweating
This is the tale of a little boy
Wandering far from his home
Most of his family were with him then
And nothing but life did they own
Tortured by war
the time
But that's my problem
Too busy worrying bout what I can't fix
Than shit that is and what I can
How to be a man
Stick by the sides of those you love
time is really rainin' on me
I've got no cover
The only one who thinks I'm
Handsome is my own mother
The street game is a bitch
And I don't love her
When
Talk it like I talk it - I aint never scared
Better say a prayer to the god of your choosing
Cause I been praying for war and my squad dont be losing
All
My mother tell me stories bout how we made it out the war
Me and my brother on her back
While bullets bounce up off the floor
But it's the same shit
Dot on his nose
Stay ready for war we pass by and unload
No we don't bend we don't break we don't fold
Bitch I'm off a xan and no I ain't taking naps
ain't seen it all
Yeah
Mothers cry asking why as the children die
No justice as they lie when they testify
Damn
Winning or losing my nigga
There's a price
The Milky Way upon the heavens
Is twinkling just for you
And Mister Moon he came by
To say goodnight to you
I'll sing for you, I'll sing for mother
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