K-pop Lyrics

Yeah, I was just a young adolescent, without a destination
Tryina find a way while my mama home stressing
Searching for a blessing, and spilling my aggression
Dropped out of school for a name and reputation
Now I’m sitting in the kitchen, 8 ball on the dishes
Staying large, tryina bag me up a million
Off to the streets with a mission while they out there killing
Will I live, will I die, no time for the questions
Gotta get it, gotta get it, till the police get us
In the group home, feeling like I’m locked on missiles
Black boys lost then, wish somebody warned us
Juvenile hell in and out of spot for
Time don’t wait, watch friends go to waste
Watch mothers sell they bodies and the soul for they face
It’s the same world, that T-Ray tried to escape
At the table looking killers in the face
I grew up in a warzone, little girls lost, innocence gone
Why I kill a man ever walked to that pay phone
All the street legends in my hood gone
Hold your head and stay strong

[Hook]
This is for the homies that died, mothers that cried
Little black boys selling dope to stay alive
Babies that’s born, in a world without a chance
No fair, it’s all God’s plan, it’s all God’s plan, it’s all God’s plan
Look up in the sky, put it all in God’s hands
Even when you feel like you won’t make it
Stand up and take it
Gotta find the courage just to face it
It’s all God’s plan

For my grandma I pray for nigga, hit the streets, only way they made for a nigga
Hit the belly of the beast, where it all goes down
8 years old seeing bodies on the ground, lay dead cold yeah
It’s a cold world yet it ain’t made clear
Both rapper hustle, that’s your faith yeah
No doctor, no lawyer, no teacher, no story book nigga
Happy endings don't see us all ahead lil nigga running round with old money
Couldn’t tell me nothing I swore it was your money
Taking her right divas and treat them like snow bunnies
Swear to God I was wailing out, you know 6 try the try the same bit
Main driving now, the same shit, having nigga on the island down
All a nigga wanted was to make my papa proud
Never did good enough, saw it with my options out
A week after my daughter born, I was locked down
Bullshit kicks funny how that work out
Thank God that I’m here to tell the story
Almost didn’t make it grew when that nigga run upon me
15 years old in the hospital bed, bullet can’t be removed
That’s what the doctor has said, but shit
I count my blessing so many of my homies didn’t make it
Still many other niggas couldn't take it , the life

[Hook]
This is for the homies that died, mothers that cried
Little black boys selling dope to stay alive
Babies that’s born, in a world without a chance
No fair, it’s all God’s plan, it’s all God’s plan, it’s all God’s plan
Look up in the sky, put it all in God’s hands
Even when you feel like you won’t make it
Stand up and take it
Gotta find the courage just to face it
It’s all God’s plan

[Verse 3]
Brownsville, me and crew been through it
Real shit shit got stupid
It’s real talk yo, it’s not just music
Picture this, my mother cool with your mother
Your own crew fuck with my aunt
Me in the hood, getting what we want
Snakes is lurking, egos drawing
Me and my son had a fallout and started blowing
Both listening to niggas that we thought was knowing
The hood took us, thieves wanted to book us
Size was picked late nights, we was up, like the sky was lit
45 in the garbage, better hide your shit
Niggas will pop up to surprise your shit
But get back to the subject
Me and my son at ars fast forward, too real for rap
I know you like damn, he killing the strap
It’s a passion, I get on it like a fashion
It’s the mafia, that’s the new wave, middle finger, that’s my crew wave
Crew I got you, I ain’t give up, I’m still going
Have my ups and downs but still blowing
And these fucker clowns are still showing
I just dodge them, give them one hit shit go debarging
My late ain't divide and bar wash 'em
Hard case, braced arching I ain’t got goons on deck
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