Lyrics:
up
Yeah yeah
Baby mother took him away like I weren't sad enough
Tryna make me cold hurt my soul
Want my son to feel dadda love I had none
Yeah
Heart
we grew up in the ghetto where summertimes short
straight action, you don't stop for a fool
most use crime as a way to pay the bills
the un-lucky
we grew up in the ghetto where summertimes short
straight action, you don't stop for a fool
most use crime as a way to pay the bills
the un-lucky
That'd be all right, too
His mother would like that
But he wouldn't be President unless he wanted to be
Not Bill
My boy, Bill, he'll be tall
some Sundays ago
I suspect my son will see more CNN than seesaw
Fully equipped to pick apart propaganda prematurely
But playgrounds tend to lose their
a son redundant and drunk
Benaz tried stopping from shoving
Her mum around
So now he beats her like it makes him proud
The fat lips meant she had to quit
butter
Son gets to go to college at the cost of his mother
Then loses half his knowledge at the loss of his brother
It's a cold world, thangs getting
a rapper, what the fuck do I know
Well I'm also a nigga that
Came off Martin Luther King, man
Son of a dope lady
And I went to fuckin' Morehouse nigga
I
next to Bill Clinton mother cuz she fuck wit the Chinese
They hit niggas wit heron, there's 14 of us
Beamers, won't stop pitchin' the Chevron
It's packed
I watch, the ends go by
Some man try, Poor ting die
Soldiers fly, Mothers cry
Fathers lie, Ends go buy
Watch the ends go by
Woman try, Rich ting die
catch him?
I watch, the ends go by
Some man try, Poor ting die
Soldiers fly, Mothers cry
Fathers lie, Ends go buy
Watch the ends go by
Woman try,
unprotected and got wrecked by an anvil
Overnight it turned to a mountain from an anthill
Some can't pay bills or afford to feed they children
Mad millionaires
there for you
"And you need some love and care"
Come on, I need you son
I'm tellin' you, you better listen to me
I'm your son and I love you
That's
enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pigheaded politicians
All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth
No short-haired,
enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pigheaded politicians
All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth
No short-haired,
straight
Running
Ma stayed down through the
Trouble
All these bills was a struggle
Some nights she worked double
This another level
I knew that my chance
I just walk on by and that just break necks
I set it off and I'm going off yeah
Set it off in this mother fucker yeah
Set it off going off yeah
I set
Nueve Uno Ocho
Hotter than some mother fuckin' coco
Tulsa Oklahoma niggas loco
Riches sons of bitches be the popo
Gave a bitch a ring like I was froto
gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son?
Shed some light on Day?
'Til he's cropped out
No not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you
The sequel,
Freedom needs a soldier
That nameless, faceless one
A young girl's lover
A baby's father
Some mother's son
Too young to know
His daddy's gone
He
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
the world take your soul, I can see it inside your eyes
Just Like a raisin in the sun, dreams get deferred
When you got bills to pay and gotta raise a son
to give, I'm chasing
Dollar dollar bills
Chasing dollar dollar bills
Momma called my phone on the way to where I stay at
Broke, I ain't got paid in a couple,
mom
He's the all American bullet-headed saxon mother's son.
All the children sing
Hey Bungalow Bill
What did you kill
Bungalow Bill?
Deep in
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