Lyrics:
[Talking]
These faggot ass niggas,
Ay yo Buck, word to mother,
Yo they had young Malcom silenced too long baby,
They can't fuckin hold me down nigga,
And the turntables turn and that Al Greens plays
I see my mother's afro, as mama taps her toes as she rolls her J's
And my papa just left the house, in search
In the center of town stood a beacon of light
A church with a steeple all painted in white
But for a handful of outcasts, the true sacred space
Was
salts
Dophead killin' shit on purpose nigga
Y'all on that broke shit
Tuesday dollar Church's nigga
I'm cleaned up and still
Represent the streets
Young
fuckin'
When I say I got a bouquet, I ain't cuffin'
Bottles of Merlot Rose by the dozen, ho
Live fast, die young
When it comes to pitchin' white
Then
Christmas is for the young
We're waiting for the snow
With presents by the tree
What always meant the most to me
Was to hear my mother sing
Ave Maria
Sqad up nigga! What you thought it was?
Ya know… it’s young Wizzle ya know
Nutt the Kidd you know!?
Gudda Gudda ya know? Raw Dizzy ya know?
Fe –
Well, I'm fresh
'Cause I'm the best
And I get wild
When I'm row'
I never get passed by
'Cause I'm fly
And I'm a put you on hold
'Cause
[Verse - Violent J]
2:45 and the bell went off
Thank God, many people think I'm odd
But I talk with no one and I walk alone
And I avoid sunlight with
they're not all there
I missed the young lady by only a hair
And then I took me a look, I said, "La-di-da-di"
A big fine girl, she had a hell of a body
all there
I missed the young lady by only a hair
And then I took me a look, I said, "la-di-da-di"
A big fine girl, she had a hell of a body
Then she
I'm sayin? Holla at dem boys!
It's - Young J-A-Y
Gutta Gutta fuck anotha busta
Tryin' knock my hustle!
I hit the strip ey'day I
Got the hustle cluckas
street as the church bells used to ring
And I still think of you - Oh Sarah
Verse:
As a teenage boy by the side of the road
I Dreamt of being a hero
Um...I know I don't know you or nothin but can you just bump my shit?
[Verse 1]
You was just a young girl when you got turned out
Sneakin out
There's a war (there's a war)
The kingdom's on fire, the blood of a young messiah
I see sinners in a church, I see sinners in a church
Sometimes
gone
Mother tryna make ends meet so she never home
Daughter all alone, getting raised by the TV
On the telephone, sent a text, come and see me
She got
Mother Is...
Eric Draven Interlude
“Mother is the name for god on the lips and hearts of children do you understand? Morphine is bad for, Your
the ancestor both the young kings are blessed
A man and a woman leave the church overdressed
Far from the Lord, close to the Benz
My mother hit the lotto now
was a teen just teething
Young speeding
I was on a evil route
And momma was screaming, screaming
Lord Jesus had to beat the demons out
Mother used
and daughters and friends assembled there
The young, the old, the brave, and the bold
Came their duty to fulfill
At the parish church on Thatcher, a mile from
lost I be caught between thoughts
I had to suffer by myself
Had to fix my own heart
It's not that easy even with a fresh start
You fix somebody just
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To become a minister and by the way I understand he was very successful
And during this period of his life Tommy pasteured a small Baptist church
In the very
letting up in the game
You gotta play like you playing to win
I said it once I won't say it again
J is a master serve church like a pastor
Feels good to be
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