Lyrics:
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My cousin Knock told me never teach niggas to cook up
Cause you can sell 'em hard for the low and give 'em the hookup
And still make the profit
Click like pistol with killers
They tried to preech to me, couldn't preech to me
Tried to teach me, couldn't teach me
See I've gotta learn the hard way
the "Obvious Poker Face The Look of Torture"
Teach you how to climb your way out that ditch then
Me all I need is this pen and thick skin
Being so bright
your kids the way to salvation
That's facts
Lord help me
Descendant of slaves, we was bound by the shackles
Father of slaves, we together in our battles
yeahhhhh
I'm dripping this sauce like I spilled it yeah
This glock that I tote hold fifty yeah The marathon continue like nipsy yeah
Just show me the way
ain’t amount to shit by 50?
I just wanted to see you do better, but you ain’t get me
And you ain’t love me neither
Not in the way I deserved and baby I
the stars
Come here let me sing to you
While I hold you
In my arms
Your all I need
To get by
Love you just
How you are
Girl the way
You make me feel
Like
and some uh
They like So, that nigga got so many flows bro what the fuck
Aye bro you gotta teach me how to do that shit
Smoke
L O Y A L T Y
I see some opps
Bitch you thirsty
Got new supreme like every thursday
Hold up
I need you to tell me if your ready or not
Cause i need you by my side every time i go live
Hey
My name is Jenz Williams
And first of all I want us to reason with me that
The greatest power of a human being is not the belief system by
teach you something man
Ay suckas hate to see me get it like so, so
Bitches say they dig the way I kick it like so, so
Filthy rich and still I keep
sliders on
Uh real niggas on their way
Thought you caught me slipping on my jack jones
Nah there's trill niggas on their way
I'll teach you how to play
(yeah, yeah)
Kick it for a while but you know I can't stay
I can tell you want me by the look in your eyes
I can see the love dripping off of your
doesn't belong here
Have you forgotten how we got to this place
Why then are all the jails predominantly the black race
If you dont teach me my culture I
doesn't belong here
Have you forgotten how we got to this place
Why then are all the jails
Predominantly the black race
If you don't teach me my culture
I
way of the ghetto
People who come from where I'm from get it
But we still gotta make a difference
Stand up tall so the world can get it
Teach kids
cs she lives and breathes those two will always be pod n' pea
You can tell by the way ee looks at ‘er through his mince pies ‘ow much ee luvs his
obstacles and overcoming them
Initially frustrated, ultimately victorious"
Holy Spirit of God, teach me what is real
That my own suffering, and all misery
an artistry
With different formula
I will teach you chemistry
With you by my side
We can build a dynasty
So baby don't be late
Girl you make me loose my way
me
Now I'm here all by myself
So now try and tell me who ain't real
Damn
Who would've thought
That I would take this path
Stupid little bitches
Imma
soul I'm
Way down down below
Free my mind protect protect my
God can you hear me
My elders say your near me
The pastor says you'll heal me
But my heart
Mold me to your ways
Better is your grace
Better is your grace
Better is your way
Better is your way
Oh your love it shapes me
Teach me how to hate me
Got used to loading Glocks with a beam,mag, and drum
Trying to teach me a lesson, Like I ain't been through nothing
When it go down, Trigga gone stand
forget-me-not whispers, daddy's within earshot, save the buckshot, turn up the band
And she was blinded by the light
Oh cut loose like a deuce, another runner
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