Lyrics:
the baby boom has come of age, we'll work it out.
I told my brother, don't you ask me for no favors,
I'm conditioned by the system, don't you talk to me,
the baby boom has come of age, we'll work it out
I told my brother, don't you ask me for no favors
I'm conditioned by the system, don't you talk to me,
My flow is vivid
I give it two-hundred percent
That's a hundred for me
And a hundred for the rent
I know whatcha meant, Joe, I gotta flow too
Cause
Second generation tradesman
No digs in Nazareth at this time of year
Dodging me a census taker
Out of Egypt aint that a bitch
Mary and Joe well
as you die i just laugh 'cause got no fucking emotions
i know you think am joking
'cause am joker?
but not when i drink a potion
i become a mad doctor.
three-hundred acres of heifers and steers
Do some farm pond fishing with my uncle Joe
And listen to the stories that never get old
I'd take a break from
another one down and truth tell
You 'bout three feet and half way in the ground
Dawg you better than this
Don't let that money make you no fool
By now you
When the ting start spinnin' like Jackson, bro
Just uploaded a pic with the flagged up whip
It don't need no caption
All my cars for the gang, man,
또 예쁜 옷도 입고 있지
창작의 고통 때문에 우린 한껏 더 돋보이지
And every where we go ladies focus on us three
겸손의 미덕 but we don't fuck with it
그 덕에 우리가 싫은 놈들도 있겠지만
우린 we
The drives cross town to pick up both her kids
See Annie is 9, Jackson is 7
She was a senior in high school when she got pregnant
They were a mistake
talking Joe Budden
Lets just converse with our actions girl,
I ain't cappin' no frontin' wanna make you my woman
Hit it better with a passion ooh
(Hook):
ever since
Get the KY shipment now I'm higher than Vince
I got a golden-doodle nigga
No shed, all designer
Your chick give me head on demand like she
Had my lunch all alone Waited for you to phone Said you'd call me at two So by twenty of three
I had cocktails with Lee Baby, I don't cry over you
2Pac died
Puttin' dust in they weed, after they heard How High
KRS was the main one, I heard Stay Wise
Before, N.W.A., you never thought of drive-by
bless her
I'm like, "Sike nah F her" she ain't ride for me ever (ever, ever?)
My grandmother survived it three eras
Now my Prospect Terrace to the top,
THE OTHER KIDS DO,
OURS GET NEVERS, NOS cND CcN'TS.
I WcNT c PICTURE OF MY DcUGHTER
GETTING REcDY FOR THE DcNCE.
MY BOYFRIEND PICKED ME UP cT HcLF PcST SEVEN
the cops they don't obey the law
And if you ain't catch on by now, I ain't even tryin' to say no more
[Chorus: x2]
Shorties be wildin'
I don't give
and love hurts, but this is free no three words
i'm her's, golden rule of the night is finders cheaters
jeepers creepers, its song after song
getting
a classic
Fags get put inside a casket, cliques get blasted
by them niggaz tatted with dragons
[Chorus]
I'm try'na live one time shine (why can't a nigga
you waiting for?
For all we know
Waiting is a shutting door
So move
Three cups of joe in a row
I was dying now I'm climbing up the walls
on by poverty, got lives that scarred
Single mother selling her body, nigga times are hard
Wheres the Lord when I need a blessing
Devil's be after me
2Pac died
Puttin' dust in they weed, after they heard How High
KRS was the main one, I heard Stay Wise
Before, N.W.A., you never thought of drive-by
the reason to funk, that's
A move used by them aliens, man
You better stick to your plot and to your game plan
And eh, cut me with the fiasco
And bring that
One, two, three, four
Hello muddah, hello faddah
Here I am at camp Grenada
Camp is very entertaining
And they say we'll have some fun if it stops
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