God's Promise
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I'm not sorry
For all the things I witnessed
The things a nigga did do
And all the things I didn't
Rule number one baby girl
Don't ever touch my fitted
Standout music by Casso
We don't fit in
Up on corners
They squeezing clips
Until they finish
I'm so special
They call me vintage
Looking like
Take a picture
Looking like circa
I put nothing but real niggas
In all in my verses
You just the audience
We were behind the curtain
I see my faces in the mirror
And I miss Curtis
I just felt like for real
Heaven never heard us
My school buses
Had me headed to Hertel
Oh on Delavan Avenue
Where it was murder
Slapped up some killers
You never heard of
Headed to Miami Beaches
Knocking Bitch Named Alberta
My bitches my sisters was reading
Word Up
Magazines unloading reloading magazines
2 X L
Don't kill my Vibe
You know The Source
If you bought it with cash
Please bulletproof your Porsche
Up under my umbrella
Everybody get a fork
I'm from the very bottom of New York
My nigga meet me at the bottom
We were poor
Collecting
Taking bottles back to the store
With P on New Years
On 84 steps popping corks
Jumped niggas for fun
Robbed niggas for sport
Before we born
We in and out of court
Or inside of morgues
I got some violent scars
Bruised up from silent wars
My letters touchdown
For some solid ones
Beyond the wall
I got niggas I love more than life
That I can't even call
In December I lost NeNe
I lost Tisha
Hearing all of my heart
Pouring out the speakers
Took my time painting this
Hang it right next to Mona Lisa
In the Louvre
DaVinci esque
But simply Es
Kay Home
Baby I Rome
Let's go see France
I may smoke drink and kick it baby
I don't dance
Maybe two step or two
On July 10th
I've seen time fly
My every word is timeless
Get money enjoy your life
You know die rich
Shorty I'm only alive
Because some guys missed
Ironically bitches a kill
To be my side bitch
I come home
Buying a whole pie sharing slices
If I drove I drive whole pie back
Out of state
You never had it
You missing out
And no you wouldn't get it
Rule number 2 baby girl
Don't ever touch my fitted
Certain things fuck with my anxiety
Like walking into the studio
And my brothers is arguing
Over petty shit
Guess that's just life and shit
We've been through Foster Care and shit
Battle scars
From Glenwood and Masten shit
As babies we've seen and heard
Some crazy shit
Guess that's just poverty
Buffalo, New York shit
Warm cognac to calm my nerves
Cousin Sean just came home
Fucking shame
The time
They made him serve
Make you wanna love
A little harder
We've been through it all
Feelings ben slaughtered
Don't be selfish
Don't take your people for granted
Think about those seeds
That Hattie Mae planted
Beautiful pictures she painted