Lyrics:
fuckin' prostitutes for the rest of dang life 'cause that's all he gets
Some drug addict, abused mother
With two son and ex-husband in jail for two summers
numb
Take that, the comeback is incredible
Get caught, then nigga it's federal
By the way, don't say no mother fuckin names
You listenin to me?
who've sinned against you
Soon will fall
Cambatta
I ain't get released til I was 21
Turned me to a monster I am no longer my mother's son
By the age of 22
the other
A small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother
One of your grandparents, even your baby brother
Cause everybody knows, everybody goes
I
these niggaz out here, have you stressin by the hour
Never turn your back on your foes, them dudes cowards
[The Game]
Some days sweet, and some sour
Yeah, she got macked by some dope-dealin' nigga
Still seein' that other kid on the side
She kept most of her thoughts inside
See all the first guy did was
then get the fuck from me really tho
In Jamaica eating good food
Three bills a night for the telly with the good view
Surrounded by these island tings
Barely a child herself .. now she would mother one
When that had come to past some wondered how she had made it by
Some had bets on the side that she
and stinking
Soles on my shoes winking t shirt is shrinking
Soon I see some ties and my eyes open wide quick
Who's that with you, chick? Bill Blass my
I'm getting tired of seeing niggas die young
I'm tired of seeing a mother lose their son
Poppin hella pills just so he can feel numb
Had to get him
Still Bankhead, shawty, yeah
You know what it is
Pockets full of numbers, rubber bands
And bills
Came up from 'round, that's a Dandiville
They finna do
a hand out
I canæ?° pay yo bills
I canæ?° get your hair done
I canæ?° pay your rent
And I canæ?° take care of your son
I donæ?° trick my cash
So pigeons
I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun
And then you'll run
Speak wit I'm em, I'ma watch this
Ah ah ah, Cappa, Cappa
Keep ya head to the sky
(Keep ya head to the sky)
Keep ya head up
(Some things
not built for this
I ran up a bill for this
I almost got killed for this
And I almost killed for this
Pinch me cuz I’m dreaming son-I don’t know how
mistake
My frick'n bill of rights
My god given rights
So leave us alone
We're best on our own
If you want some easy money
You make more by staying home
house, I got more cheddar
I know they wanna see me fall
Some Mother fuckers only wanna see me crawl
I ain't got a nike but ma niggas know I ball.
Your
Little somethin for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corinne
Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker
lessons, getting noticed by professors
But my sleep ain't getting better, counting sheep along with Deckard
I been eating like I'm Lecter, but I source my
Now when I say people I mean color
You a stupid mother-
I'm trying to stress the
Fact that you're dumb
Get yourself presentable, son, and just come
hit the blunt, hit his baby mother up
Have the bags by the door I’m coming to pick you up
Gotta move fast If lil man sleepin then get him up
Ima go
Im by myself cuz haters draw too much attention
Just at son dot Taydollaz in your mentions
I took this beat and put a price up just for ransom
where Yeshua laid his head
The Saviour was surrounded by sour smells
God from heaven descended into our hell
Not all heroes wear capes
Some of them become
with out it I be moodier
So I just reinforce it take a puff and keep it moving son
Mother fuck any afflictions I'm feeding my addictions
Mother fuck any
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