With the birth of the sharper era imma slaughter your granddaughter
Call me thebladefather
Mothafucka we get dollas
But bitch you better get back
This .50 cal will kick back
N***as still be talking shit?
Guess I fucking missed that
Hey there bitch n***a its your son
You know the one that's fighting for his life since before the age of one
I still got the fucking scars and I hate you for it
I ought to leave you on the side on of the road and make you forage
You fuck n***a
But I still love you tho and this track ain't about that
This about the fucking rats that fell into the mouse trap
Cuz everything they did was for cheese
I ain't talking chuckie but ill kill but I'll kill these n***as with ease
So are you feeling lucky punk bitch
Then take your best shot
I'm about to put the keys of wisdom in you
Drive you off the test lot
So take your notepads out
Class is in session
I ain't bout the car struggle
But I'm still murkin the Reverend
He's lying to you he's lying to you open your eyes
See through the disguise
You're plotting on your own demise
Man this shit is fucking crazy
He told me how you paid him some money to be your baby
He told me how you said he was snakin and actin shady
He told me you were never this innocent little lady
Seven n***as came up and told me they seen some pictures
You said you was a christian but you ain't following scripture
But lemme hop off because I know what's at stake
Want me to save a hoe but this dick ain't come wit a cape
When I heard that lil mucho tried to take her life
Man that shit just really broke my heart
Cuz she to beautiful to die and I would hate to see her cry
But at the same time I understand that life is hard
And its harder when all of the fucking scars of your past
They gnawing your nogin
And they keep barking and talking
You stalling and calling your angels
But your soul is for auction
From all the cigarettes you smoked
And all the running from cops
And all the people you murdered
Now you running for office and your stomach is turning
But the congress on your side and now they teach you and you learning
How to run the system
Play the game
N***as dying on the streets corners
With no name
The cops are hopping in the wrong bags
With no shame
Turning young black men into hashtags
N***a this shit so sad
Talking to my dad I see that we down and out in our own ways
Doesn't mean we better than the old days
It just means that we different
Sides of the same coin
Really wish I wasn't born
In 2001
That's the year of 9/11
That's the year all the aliens started invading the planet
R.I.P to all the n***as on the titanic
I ain't planning to go out like that I'm making sure stay woke
R.I.P to Fredo
You helped change the game
You made it out Chicago everybody knew your name
And like you I'm never blinded by the jewelry and the checks
My brain went fucking numb when I heard they shot X
"I seem depressed, always being bothered never less"
I just wanna see my worth
You can put me to the test
Imma step challenge
No foulin and I ain't backing down
Cuz all the good vibes I give out will be back around
It's black around 9:00 pm in Atlanta
N***as at the Texaco mixing 4 with that fanta
As they sit around on boxes
Fantasizing what they coulda been
Man that can't be me
So imma work and put the time in
Till I can't be beat
Till life taste sweet
Till all my fucking family can eat
Aye
Word up