Lyrics:
actually an Iraqi oil drum
Mistaken as the divine mother by daddy's spoiled son
That's why you die in high numbers
For this populous Texan and his innocuous
to the station one lock me down
I want a phone call to link up with me lawyer
Me say who adopt the bwoy me say look what they took
???? liar
Dem for some upon
singing
I see Mrs. Parker done moved the whip where she used to park er
I gotta stop by Zion house he got my fire starter
I'm tuned out, Grandma still
Do do do do, do do, do
Do do do do, do do, do
I can pay my own light bill baby (Do do do do, do do)
Pump my own gas in my own car (Do do do do,
dogs with them pistols
Natural born killers
We sold crack to his mother, he turn his back on his brothers
Killed his partner for the plug
He think
wrastle the fangs off of my fist
Flood a little soldier blood over the ogre acres
On some holiday in Cambodia with motor home appraisers
Pagans fade into
on crack, I've seen a mother beat up by her daughter[03:24.41]And some honest to God truth y'all, very long my great-great-grandfather was murdered over
ho chattin' Stiff Chocolate with a book
To be fair, I don't feel Twitter
Gettin told I'm not a real spitter, by some broke-arse bill splitter
news about who got popped
By another black man or knocking a white cop
If I ain't there when they start the fight stop like ah
Slow your roller or be
and casting spells
Stung by the spelling bee
And they says congratulations
You graduated
From slavery
To paid slavery
You actually made it!
Here! Take
a seventh day a new surprise
Wondering why, niggas in the hood, they die
Mothers they cry, niggas busting shots in the sky
Smoking my la, I only want a piece
Model in her bio but she never walked a runway
Shoulda went to church instead I went to Liv on Sunday
Hellcat SRT this ain't no mother fucking
We just some aliens straight up out the dungeon, and my safe is losing space
Somebody tell the moon we coming, yeah
We just some aliens straight up
promise, I'll be alright
And I know I barely call, but I'm older, those days behind us
Your overdue hospital bills serve as daily reminders
Of what I need
instructions
If you make it I don't want it
Just share some of it
Tryna lift the burden off my mother
And put some on for my brother
How do they call it
Living
in trouble[00:30.01]Where you get that ass she said its her mothers[00:31.70]I swear she always be on some other shit[00:33.76]Took her titties out
an adopted son
Alaska called us to it's roots where pioneers wore sheep skin boots
Killed the food by their own hands, dressed the kids, sowed the land
I ran across the prairie
Slowed down by the sun
Thought I could see mother Mary
All my hallows been done
I was a son from the slum
Run down
pray I don't pass on
This's the pain I feel it's hard being a Black son
Swear this life too short
My days feel like they last long
Hold this hurt by
stay and play some L.A. hoes"
He said, "Alright player yo, I'll see you soon"
Yeah, that's how real players kick it see there ain't no rules
We roll
the west
It wasn't just famine, anguish, and civil unrest
To how I lost my mother's language
Born in America yet, we still citizens to the projects
To some
intuitive, be on some stupid shit
She called the cops 'cause she hated his mother
Now he away doin' numbers, now she gay with her lover
How many niggas gon'
This is the song that I was born to make
My shine is something you thought was yours to take
But by the end of this you're gonna give me my flowers
that's on my soul
You would think that I can hoop by the way I'm hitting my goals
This is from the soul
Promise that I'd never fold
Potnas switching
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