Lyrics:
from loving parents, though they raised me
by the belt
when I was young, I was wild
(life) took it for granted
(nights) living outlandish
(christ) hope
[fatal - talking]
O.n.s. in this mother fucker
We got the plague in this mother fucker
The pentagon in this mother fucker
[verse 1 - fatal]
Around
in the gutter
The j's can't believe it aint butter
Stay trap with that pole thinking you bold yeah yeah
Catch em down by his toe any many miny moe
You
Raised up by the same niggas tryna dim my shine
And my brudda hold the 45 it make you see the light
Shawty want me every day I said I'm on my grind
I'll be
Introducing ladies and gentlemen
The young man that's had over thirty-five soul classics
Among these classics are tunes that will never die
the dirt, too demonic for the church
I body any and everybody until the day they put my body in the earth
This is ghetto gossip while I work
Live from
topic
With twenty cents in my pocket I saw the light
If you're young gifted and black, you got no rights
Your only true right, is a right to a fight
a mansion for my mother
A 24/7, the cool-aid smile
Say hey Track 11, look at my power
Step, Step, Step, Step, Step off
Because you got to get lost because
a mansion for my mother
A 24/7, the cool-aid smile
Say hey Track 11, look at my power
Step, Step, Step, Step, Step off
Because you got to get lost because
and the neighbors
Boys in the hood
Born and raised in killa Cali, dreaming one day the city's ours
Young niggas hopping fences looking chilly [?]
[?]
Young
What a Diva like I did is raise four kids as a single mother in church
Used my hard times, hurts and pains, turned it into this work
You ain’t never
myself, by explaining myself
Light a J, waste away on the train writing spells
Done talkin to the lord, swear I begged for his help
I screamed, and I
J-Bone- Imagine another baby boy born without his mother. All because she couldn't afford another child. Yeah she couldn't have another. Just a brown young
kick rocks fuck you
Don't mind me with my untied shoes
No kick game
But to me J's is more like Papes
Y'all need play by play
My ideas is strange
Young
me back my words
Before they yell like we at church
Oh God
What a track in works
What a smooth instrumental
What a large range of verbs
You stroke it
really bothered
I attended the church
I saw they were happy
I just wanted to let go of anger
And put on a smile
But didnt know
Needed to come to the altar
finish
Cant be diminished
Can't be affected
By the voice inflection
Telling me Don't quit this
But I get the message
We young and restless
My
and needles
Clowns or plane crashed or thugs in tuxedos
Is it the fear of getting
Stuck by your people
Or is it the fear of being followed home
Are you scared
could've been worse
Had to put god first
Been a minute
Since I stepped in church
Talked to god
When I scribbled this verse
A few chips on my shoulder
But
Violet made her daughter's skirts, played piano for the church
Until arthritis made her fingers curl
She used to cut the grandkids' hair, sat us in
Yo
It's young Paydroo
I said I said I
Look
If you scared go to church
Ever seen ya dog in a hurse
Seen 12 and ran faster than
A coke flip on the 1st
Yeah
Pretty young thing, living everyone's dream
The day goes by, growing old than the year goes by
Living life through the eyes her mother never
who gon' tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn't
Different times, Kamachi & Priest
The Church of Philly and
Brook give us donations
Don't give us the look
Cuz we don't live by the word
We live wit the book
I
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