Father my father, well what have you left for me? What am I to make of this convoluted legacy? You raised me, ingrained me Led me to believe that the
the sound dead drunk like my uncle touch my brother dood n i'll cock and shoot or cut your throat gucci mane fuck up the sound dead drunk like my uncle
even my shadow's jealous? My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs Though my songs come
Layzie Mommy, hey mommy Where's my daddy, where's my daddy? Mommy, hey mommy Where's my daddy, where's my daddy? Mommy, hey mommy Where's my daddy, where's my
problems of today get on my knees and pray, I cry and say if I die today please take my soul away make a brighter day for Lil ???, that be my son
're dead, and she still can't get you out of her head, Huh! More tears fall for all you've done, trying to be a good father to your only son But now who
wrong before Now we ain't hurt no more You can bring me the bill, I'll sign my name Now we're flyin' private planes and such Lookin' like a million
y'all in my rearview Mirror niggas want to be a millionaire, I'm already there niggas I'm the definiere nigga, a bear taking more than my share Lookee
I'm switching up my bricks like my kicks with my lay Rule number one, never keep them bricks where you stay [Rick Ross] All my women photogenic they
sayin'? (What, what?) Fuck y'all (What?) You know I'm sayin'? You can rap, you can sing, see it ain't no thing 'Cause every nigga in my click is first
Beautiful lands are took away from my opticle Its not that I'm afraid of death but afraid of the thought of my people laid to rest They saying there is 6 million
nigga dead then a nigga dead It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
my children one shot they disappearin' Ain't no kings in this rap thing they siblings Nothin' but my children one shot they disappearin' Bitch niggaz still wanna check my
my eyelids and burning my face away Dying felt so goddamn good today We dance the electric Pagan Love Song We hunt with the children paling in the catacombs Eating dead
it true My adversaries crumble when we rumble it's a catastrophe I pull revenge on bitch niggaz that blasted me Plus my alias is Makaveli, a loaded
dawn, with Marcel and St. John Strong men belittled by doubt I couldn't tell her what my private thoughts were But she had some way of finding them out He took dead
the thin flesh they bore I shall bloody my hands 'til the last breath be torn from me So blindly we walk the winds of these plagued streets Dead, the
