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You should stop it, all that girl gossip boy Forbidden topics, can turn you to a hostage boy Familiar wit scent fear is a funk And you loud as a skunk, get in that trunk Had to ask who ya people's was before we murked you Cross the wrong family and drama come full circle You either shoot or you shot, juxx or you got Either whipping that pot or pumping re-rock Went to war wit og's over block's y'all on now Killed more of them than they killed us we was so foul Block boy's from eighth's to oz's With the universal dream to push and hold keys No celebration over here just the work It's a holiday and I'm thankful for the hurt These confessions never meant for the church Tell me how you get clean in the dirt Being broke make you wanna scream and holler So blame who never taught you bout the power of a dollar The purple & the kush & the sour Ugnh The pills & the poison & the powder New year's eve no resolution, just reefer Valentine's day is a hoax, don't want it either Easter, grinding in a fresher pair of sneakers I'm no April fool, Memorial Day the drought deeper You so independent you can die on the fourth of July And I bet it ain't a accident when them bullets fly Next couple month's time to huddle up, double up Gotta double clutch now that money is jumping double dutch Pill popping niggas wit pistols, pissed and they run amok Felons wit felonious feelings fucking wit fairy dust Wondering who would carry us the day they bury us But niggas like us love the game, it never marry us No celebration over here just the work- It's a holiday and I'm thankful for the hurt- These confessions never meant for the church- Tell me how you get clean in the dirt- Being broke make you wanna scream and holler- So blame who never taught you bout the power of a dollar- The purple & the kush & the sour- Ugnh The pills & the poison & the powder-
Writer(s): Daytoin Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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