Lyrics:
baby boy took your high heels off the shelf
Daddy, thought football would make a man of him
But now he spends all his time cruising the gym
You can't
of his word like a preacher or deacon
I'm focused on work got no time for no Sleeping
My dreams started seeping
Into reality the life that I'm leading
So
will not be fought
An attempt to save some lives
Spreading out more peaceful vibes
See that less drugs will be sold
So a man can live to grow old
LORD KNOWS SHAWTY TRYNA BLESS 'EM LIKE A PREACHER, BUT GON' HAVE TO SPANK THEY ASS LIKE A OLD SCHOOL TEACHER
A MUHFUCKA THAT RUN OFF WORSE THAN
of them too
Were ushered in by Old Doc Brown
When we made our first debut
Tho' he needed his dimes and there were times
That he'd receive a fee
He'd
nigga with that pisto
Ridin' around in somethin' hot
Now it's bout time we hit our knees
And tell God truth
We can't stop the way we livin'
Just
in that ambulance
That boy was only fifteen years old, fuck what they say he did
So tell me how I'm 'posed to feel when police killin' kids?
nigga with that pisto
Ridin' around in somethin' hot
Now it's bout time we hit our knees
And tell God truth
We can't stop the way we livin'
Just
mama, mama, that's all
And by the time I get to Oklahoma, she'll be sleeping
She'll turn softly in her restless sleep, call my name out low
And oh,
My boss man been trippin' lately
(I don't give a fuck)
My old lady been trippin' lately
(I don't give a fuck)
Bill collectors been trippin'
world a wonder
If I take you in I ain't tryna pay
You lucky that I gave you time of day
And honestly we running out of space
For some people that ain't
the plan that is designed by the colored man
Now our babies are born to think this is the way of us (Way of us)
That's the way the devil wants it so it is
joined us last night around 6 or 7
We were improvising on a piece of music
That he said sorta reminded him of Bill Evans
It sounded good to me, it
the plan that is designed by the colored man
Now our babies are born to think this is the way of us (Way of us)
That's the way the devil wants it so it is
catching up
So boy better back down 'cause
I ain't backing up
I know 'nuff of them fear me
And I can't see one of them that's near me
I'm a fully grown man
trusted might be three times four
That's why I only family hustle like the T.I. show
Ay cousin fronted me an onion nineteen years old
And he told me I ain't
(Killah BH)
Uh oh, It's that time again, It's been too long, It's family reunion
(Joe Budden)
Mic check, mic check
(Killah BH)
We
ever find
Be enough to settle for peace of mind
They may say move slow to satisfy that itch
These things take time, you'll learn, life's a bitch
And by
were in my shoes,
You’d probably say the same things man.
I just want to say that I have been
Through the storms and rain.
I cried at times, my life was
was no ice age here
So you are richer and your mouth is stuffed with lotuses
Once you would beheaded for that
The old scrub, remnants of a frontier
this the stage where you guys showed it
You really paid that price, you know what I mean?
And listen, I'ma tell y'all like this, man
Don't get
wanna bind em
Cuz she want the Fendi dem man nuh buy dem
Slim, tall she be called a model
She ah preacher daughter, Party stunner
Dream chaser bills
up my bro
(Hey hold up, how many you want?
I'm finna meet you right there man, by that cut off 78th and Caselin, aight?)
Young nigga still serving
grandson
Spent six years in the Federal Pen.
He could have gone free without serving time,
But a man shouldn't rat out his friends.
He maintains he was only
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