Lyrics:
The stories we tell will ride high in the sky
The difference will rise and young mothers will cry
The caskets will close and white doves they will fly
An eye
da holy ghost at my shows like ya grandma at church,
And the fat lady singin', it's ova for you rappers,
Cant none of yall bust your just sacs full
a young nigga get shot and live (damn)
Yeah, Freaknik traffic Campbeltown that shit be cracking (uh)
You wear that Starter coat and them J's you just
first best friend that young
Thought about him like a brother
Intimate and innocent
Saw his mother like my mother
We were glad to claim each other
Yeah
Uh-huh
Beautiful evils
Yeah
Check me out
Crutches, crosses, caskets
Crutches, crosses, caskets
All I see is victims
My young niggas
Saw a story on the local news last night
About one more struggling single mother
She was talking about how hard it is getting by
With no help, no
Saw a story on the local news last night
About one more struggling single mother
She was talking about how hard it is getting by
With no help, no
Peace up! Y'all know what it is! Usher baby!
(Uhhh) they ain't ready for this one, shawty
Yeah, mean! (Uhhh)
Haha! This is a
J-Lack Track, man!
Now,
the revelation
I wanna kill myself! I'm still debating
In front of a baptist church masturbating, praying to Satan
Think I'm crazy 'cause I smoke crack
Live
mother
Catch him papa
Catch am squeeze am
Catch am beat am
Catch am squeeze am
On no account
You approach us
Stand by
And am focus
You drew
do
I did it for you
Single mother low income riding the bus
Big momma making a fuss saying in God she trusts.
My uncles 20, I'm 10 taking gulps
Besides my mother can't remember there being one more
Now a days bout the fifth I'm the first to plea
On my first project ain't speak much on who was
getting locked up by police
You gotta be man you gotta stand on yo two feet
You only goin live once
Gotta plan for something greater
You wanna be
with Nat King's aesthetic
Half dream, half machine with a black queen's
Get naked for a dollar from a scholar like me
Not at all bothered by what
No question about it, Queens represent!
Say what? Queens represent!
Come on, come on! Queens represent!
Come on, Lost Boyz, LL Cool J
You wanna get
unfold and blossom into gold
A young diamond in the rough undergo pressure, watch em mold
Separation of church and state is such a false statement
By
killed for no reason
They'll open fire in a church while pastor preaching
Killed 3 of my n***as in my city all in a weekend
I can't believe it, they had
phone ringer brings the atrocious
Back up young buck, I know I stretched that word
Ain't nobody hear it, you ain't have to stress that word
Ain't
it's that, it get worser, had a baby by a thug
It's that, finally understand why women go to church and hum
You can hit 'em with a hurt so deep they
backseat to a hearse
Back to the lab with mother Earth, had to give Young Ferg a verse
A lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide
Drivin' by
backseat to a hearse
Back to the lab with mother Earth, had to give Young Ferg a verse
A lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide
Drivin' by
Black-empowering
Mutt
She put the power in my hands son
Said I'm way more than handsome
Took me back to when my mother's last name was Hanson
Fair maiden
Got her
Sunday morning I'm off at church
Sinnin' throughout the week, hustlin' every day
Gettin' it as we speak, listen to preacher preach
Choir singing
Atlanta, Georgia
By the firm of Youse and Son
I find no fault with the two young lovers
Who dine all night on the candied eels
Then dance till dawn to a big
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