Lyrics
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
yeah
Praying they still make love in my size
Sober up and wipe the crust out my eyes
My last integrity and trust a trail of crumbs for my bride
Is it a return or a failure to succumb to the tide?
When Charlotte people seen folks cherish me was such a surprise
They seeing something we not
Since doctors sliced open my stomach at five
More often than not at sustenance, a nah 'fore a nod
It's stock in the Glock, I'm crashing
if it's eye for an eye, poppa taught me a lot (yeah)
Love and disrespect is all we abide
I had to get a check I wanted a commune
Either a big BM or a Benz for my mom
Soon popping benzos turned her grin to a monsoon
A long June the summer after
We made the turn on the long route for the plunder (yeah)
Casted in small rooms (yeah, yeah, yeah)
knitting heart loom spinning something tragic (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Love from fragments automatic
just that Sumter magic (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bumped my cap and crack
For that puff a raw or pump a baddie (yeah)
Always keep a driver by the caddie while we lugging baggage
Niggas want my status so attack me they just hustling backwards (why?)
Models and bottles coming matching, we prefer the black ones
Don't need no flashiness, the stats and graphs reveal the stature
Older heads sad 'bout how it happened, take 'em out to pasture
Niggas won't gassing me or asking my opinion last year
We was our only love
Struggle a teach you some
Twelfth grade I rode east with Ahmir to go and meet the plug
We learned we built this off belief, we ain't even need the drugs
I told mom I'll Trek D.C. if it'll please her
But degree don't seem to speak no more
The pain hit deeper when your people ain't in reach no more
'Cause greed would feed 'em more
Praying they still make love in my size
Sober up and wipe the crust out my eyes
My last integrity n trust a trail of crumbs for my bride
Is it a return or a failure succumb to the tide?
Money got bigger but my problems never shrunk down to size
They was just feeling it then the sun had shrunk in the sky
You need my echo just to hear from me
But I'ma echo in your memory, yeah, yeah
Alright
Omavi Minder, Xavier Boykin
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