Lyrics:
there?
Like the only people I see in the communities
Are rappers and ball players
Where the fuck all y'all doctors?
Where y'all bourgeoisie niggas at?
All
Like the holes that's in my socks
Everybody notice me
& my talents is my Job
So I, cannot work for free
Little piggy house of bricks
I'm too smart
In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome
Pickin' up the homies, we get em one by one
If you ain't psychopathic ryda boy you cannot
your err (ear)
Go tell ya man, he take a step, there went a slug in his err (ear)
Have 'em askin (yo, how the hell he get a gun up in here?)
(That's
passage we go open a black gate (Just go through the back gate)
Huh could it be and old lady reading a bible in bed watching TV
By the back door
Into
Malta run by puppets in suits, people make votes for criminals it’s like we’re supposed to lose, tryna teach the kids in this booth, that the street shit,
tight you stayin' in it
You bringin' niggaz where your kids sleep
I sing to niggaz while the kids sleep
Rock-a-bye muthafucka
I hope you high
the pack, this is a marathon
You start off fast then you weezin' in the back
So even if I slack, I got enough lee-way
To put out The Reason by the Mac,
The willows turn to blood might of worked
Sip a little, litter it, love it
Without big beetles trying to sell him
Sunflower seeds by the bucket might of
Tugboat
a pot to piss it Nor a window to fit
In the youth detention spittin bars with fatherless kids
They some marvolus kids, they just lack guidance
I'm on some
vision, tiger soul, anonymous alacrity
And pulse
Held together by a beached bucket of bolts
I’m here to bleach masker lust
And touch false allegations
Where
of Truth in hand
The Son is by His side
They've got the battle plan
And there's now doubt when the fires go out
Where the victory's concerned
The victors in
as I contemplate in the dark
Dumpin' ashes on the fuckin' time magazine
Tryna burn a hole between israel and palestine
All this world news, all these
to make a better way for our women and kids
Oh, do you know what it feels like to sit in a cell
Eight by ten on a possession with intention to sell
You want
Dressed like Jane Birkin but you look like a kid
Wish you lived in a decade when you didn't exist
Talk about the Bolshevist
Drinking your parents
private
Where I dwell
Is a well
Who shall fetch water from it
On Beaudelaire's long rope used for hanging
Tied to a bucket with a hole in it
When I am
'cross the world
You can put us side by side but there's no comparing
Y'all just not as good
I mean, I'm new to fatherhood but that shit been apparent
refusin to lose
I'mma beat ya ass in front of nobody with nuthin to prove
Live nigga shit right there
Beware, stand clear
None-a-y'all niggas is welcome
refusin to lose
I'mma beat ya ass in front of nobody with nuthin to prove
Live nigga shit right there
Beware, stand clear
None-a-y'all niggas is welcome
home and see my wife and kids
I wanna go home
They want me locked down, fryin' in jail
Before you hear that I decided to tell, I'd rather die in a cell
you twerk right in front of your kids
This ain't no love
I can't believe in you with no soul in me
There's a hole in me
If that's so, this liquor
a toll and in her soul there grew a darkness
Quickly became a misfit her only friend was the swish kid
Which is what the bullies names him tried to shame
of got you by
Tio never made the call so all in all y'all had to
Decide
To survive
The projector of life
Tinkered away and then spliced
A background fit
mind stayed on the money
I wasn't focused on no straight A's
Holes in my socks
My shoes neva fit
Watch my uncle kill the gin
Taught me to neva be a bitch
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