Lyrics:
it’s cause i be down
You used to love me at least I could tell
But now there's all types of doubt
I'm hurting inside
But our son keeps me alive
I know I
whenever rhymes refuse to come
Every now and then you say you're penning tracks again
I get caught up in excitement, texting all my friends
I pretend you
gone love it
Watch a young nigga show his ass out in public
Na na na na now now you know what this is
Tell em its a celebration bitches
With
two for the show
You got my beat, now here I go
You see, this DJ, he gets down
Mixing records while they go round
With the hiddip, the hop, ya just
Bless you
Homeless and destitute
Now it's more than homeless peoples truth
We need a wetsuit
We in a cesspool
We are average citizens
With innocent
words how they hurt me, I'll never forget it
And as the time, it went by, I lived to regret it
You're no son, no son of mine
But where should I go,
dumb pride for sin
They had their son set
Never to see their son rise again
And I'm exhausted
I know you take pride in where you're from
But to murder
(You must remember me)
(You must remember me)
Let's go, ayy, now you know, now you know
Yo, now you know, now you know
Ayy, now you know, and if
blurrin'
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to slurrin'
Uh-oh, you can call me R. Kelly now, you're in
Trouble, what's occurring before, after,
You?
Who are you?
You have no talent.
Bad Juggler
Can't walk the high wire
Can't tame a tiger?
Then I'll a clown like my grandfather
You
The enemies, do you know who they are? (There they are)
A devil with the dorags be walkin', now I had it up to there
Oh yeah, that's the last straw (The
[Scoob:]
Hah hah, hey hey, laugh now nigga
My man's right behind you, Kane pull the trigger
I don't play, I'm from the hill where shit is real
as a young boy
Alone in my room, exploring with my girls toys
They thought it was cute, their son was so intrigued
Now I've grown up, and they say it's
made a op track, we made a bop track
Now you're dealing with the repercussions, Barbie, finish her
What's tea? I heard we were giving cunt
Bitch,
the city where the young Don't grow old
This the city where them mother screaming No More
Where daddy's never get to See they son grow
Days i'm paranoid you
Where are my lyrical shooters at? Say you can rap, well then prove the fact
Always so adamant that you can handle it but cannot actually rule
U.S.S.R.
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
and ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
like pussy, my low cut fade stay
Pepsi choice of a new generation Pepsi
O son where did you get those really tight tracksuit bottoms from
What you mean these really tight tracksuit
gone love it
Watch a young nigga show his ass out in public
Na na na na now now you know what this is
Tell em its a celebration bitches
With
know its wrong
And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away
And you feel the reins from your pony are slippin'
turn around let me get there and play with yo brain
Now I'm gone play with that knot
Now nigga you can't get me cause I'm hot nigga
So just back
nigga what he got
So turn around let me get there and play with yo brain
Now Im gone play with that knot
Now nigga you cant get me cause Im hot nigga
So
in this bitch
And we all for one better be cautious, son
'cause the time is now
Look, no more talk, where the riders now?
We ain't even tryna hide it
Desi thinkin bout what bat he gonna hit me wit
While yayo and his son are busy being 50's bitch
Shit im make it fuckin public till you pussies hit my
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