Lyrics:
tender age I would risk a death sentence
Moms worked 3 jobs only child home alone
Hungry need money, streets answered my call, like a phone
She believed in
you bust a load in a hurry!
He ain't ready!
For a son he's only 16 hes gotta lotta fucking years to go now
He ain't ready!
To be pushed by
my head up and chin firm
Tell me progress is a private island with key cards
And entry is only for the steady and thinkers
So I'll race with the best
Twenty-three, twenty-three, yeah, twenty-three (shot)
I got shooters and they're with me and they never
Miss
Twenty-three, twenty-three, yeah,
love we're contemplating, is worth the pain of waiting.
We'll only end up hating the child we may be creating.
Love Child, never meant to be,
Love
Nigga I want this money 'til it's rich
Buy my album
Guarded by 30 Section 3
Go against the grain
I got to pee
I know you don't recognize me now
I done
This is the christmas story as told by my drunk grandpa. Many years ago in hepsaba a child was born to Fred and Doris Ombree he was a very speciel
Three Thou', poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers
I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
Keeps me around, for
life
The other 1/3 spent sittin' on curbs chasin' those birds
If you ever get the urge to come by and try to test
There's only one and then you get
praise receipt
By many lovers
Despite my eternal offer
And in one breath I spun around
And words only cheat themselves
I said
All these songs are prayers
All my songs are prayers
When I was a child I wanted to be playa
But all my songs ended up just being prayers
When I was
kids at the park cause they can come outside and play, cause it ain’t no victims being corrupted by the system they get paid to fry our brains
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understand it
Or its punks with weak voices
And you rejoice at three joints of the 20 tracks only some were fat
Then you wish you had your money back
nobody cared mama ( Nobody! )
Only God, some few friends na 3tenee
won nsa oo Mama
Br3 a Na y3n hia mmoaa oo
BFK remember? Street no so
Yada kom aky3 oo
they did a bid men
Need to take care of their three and four kids men
They facing a court case when the child's support late
Money taking, heart breaking
doctor strange I have to wonder was this the only way
There's a fighter from Zimbabwe
Her name is Kudakwashe
She's the current best boxer in Africa
She'll
You know you gotta times that by three
By three by
Gotta times that by three
I said I only want two baddies but I
Gotta times that by three
By three by
that's a feeling only me and Lebron know
I'm living three dreams,
Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney King's
'Cause we can't get along, no resolution
'Til we
Seven days of the week made to choose from
But only one is right for me
I know that Saturday's got what it takes, babe.
I can tell by the way she looks
we all
Just headed for doom?
Still consumed by the beast?
And I know there'll never be peace
That's why I keep my pistol
When I walk the streets
‘Cause
a life
The type of life that I wish I had
So she grew up beautiful
As the only child of a loving family
Her loving family they protected her
Protected her
Born crying
Abnormized
I was schooled by the devils child
I did things you only dream of
I was wild inside
And he said I was evil
Cause
Born crying
Abnormized
I was schooled by the devils child
I did things you only dream of
I was wild inside
And he said I was evil
Cause
Rollin'
Since I was born, they couldn't hold me down
Another misfit kid, another burned out town
I never played by the rules and I never really
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