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Tragic
Tragic
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Dennis K. Grier, Jr.
Dennis K. Grier, Jr.
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Brandonseyah
Brandonseyah
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I remember waking up for school thinking bout flows to spit At the bus stop, 5 below; cold as brick Durag over my waves for the hoes I get Dressed as if clothes that fit don't' exist Walking hallways half-naked, frozen stiff They had G hella thristy to make em moan a bit I been a G way before Google Chrome and shit Herringbone on my neck, car phone in whip A 95' Caravan; we hit the road then dipped But I was just a passenger, my momma drove it slick And the phone was just a joke like a circus trick Cuz it was only there for show, it didn't work a lick The herringbone on my neck, I didn't purchase it I caught somebody slippin, and to shine was worth the risk Sticky fingers in my youth, if I wanted it then I grabbed two But eventually I was simply stealing cuz I had to Milk and eggs in my triple fat gooses' pockets The same time the league champs were the Houston Rockets I was a booster, there was nothing you could do to stop it Selling products hot in order to pursue a profit Then be in church pews ignoring all the foolish gossip When mom passed it had me mad enough to shoot a prophet At least he thought he was cuz this is what this man told me He said my mother would be here physically to mold me Into a man, and when I needed her the most then hold me But in her opticals, the opposite is what they showed me I swear this shit has only taught me lies When mom died I looked deep into her glossy eyes So God spoke and said she wouldn't die a day before? And I'm supposed to trust in him, have faith and more?
Writer(s): Dennis Grier, Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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