Lyrics:
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I hate those train tracks
Life got hard, but we just came harder
Spent some time in the gutter by the rain water
A lost soul, I was born
niggaz bring the shook up out the crook type
Special deliver Son it shines through your act bigger
My Infamous Mobb get on they job
The truth gets
is a new born wrapped warm
In a blanket of hugs surrounded by the power of love radiating smiles bright as the sun
Whether a son or daughter they'll be
stole somebody's dope and a gold rope
Now my son's on the run, he's a wanted one
Had fun then was done by a shotgun
Upstairs I cover my ears and tears
bother
That's when I started hatin' the phony smiles
Said I was an only child
Look at mama's lonely smile
It's hard for a son to see his mother cry
live in was built by slaves
Beat on and murdered and stuffed in their graves
You put a slave owner on the one dollar bill
And you wanna know why I
polluted everything, and now the third world's gone
The waters poisoned where I'm from the third world son
Seven hundred children die by the end 'this song
Hey let me tell you something
Dreams written down with a date becomes a goal
Goals broken down into steps becomes a plan
Plans followed by your
I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired
I'm so faded by the time that I get higher
If you saying that me and my click isn't fire
Then you're
Weather getting colder
Least I got my niggas
This a race
I'll stop worrying my mother
Keep your faith
In your son I Will conquer
The pressures
too arrogant to aim
17, remember, being checked by these execs
3 years later same execs cutting me cheques
My mother used to point at me And say he is
his ear
I got a brass one in my nose
For any mother’s son for any mamma’s cub
Way it goes
I like my life it’s all I know
There’s nothing that I lack
So
Ah-em
Baby mama say I ain't shit
Make a nigga feel like shit
Talkin' 'bout some real life shit
Goodbye letter, "Dear Life" shit
So if a nigga kill
I woke up on 12/20 to some smiles and gifts
I swear to God my first thought was, "Where is my sis?"
She's probably upstairs, now normally I wouldn't
to your ears or something
Bye your voices do
You believe–what percentage of people
Here–and by the way, i’m
Not setting y’all up
I’m not setting y’all up
Everyday they´re more
They were some mother´s son
Godless bloodbath! No more!
Let them rest in peace!
One by one, dead and gone, on and on again
Say they call me skopy yeah yeah
Say nah nah
Somebody come
Make you ginger me
E get some matter
Wey dey finger me
Somebody come
Make you ginger me
E
the wall
(Some in the back and a pocket full scraps to get matchin')
(Spark a couple of and get blown away)
Come on and take a ride, triple to legit ballers
But no one gives a fuck
¿What the hell
Do you mean by
What am I looking at?
I’m looking right at you men
Is that a problem?
Oh, so now you’ll hide
rock and roll wit this glock heavy metal
I never son him just fucked on his mother
If I buy designer gone do what I tell him
Drip water Dasani we gone
business
Find my flow take this dough
Make some more
Man let's start a business
By my side ride or die ready to slide
Girl what's the business
Hold it down
used to sit on the piazza and watch these hordes of middle-
aged ladies ariving by every boat. Obviously, all set to have
themselves a ball. So startled
the states of Michigan and California
Will conduct the executions behind prison walls
The 3 prisoners are set to be executed by 3 separate methods
Electric
my path.
I ain't living in your fantasy, of virtual reality, to me this shit is serious it's not just a formality.
I got bills to pay, I got mouths
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