Flip A 21
Title | Flip A 21 |
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Artist | Tony Ri’chard |
Album | Changes |
Release Date | (not set) |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | I been living in life But I’m a feeling knife Put some salt in my wounds Like the Cajun in rice I know a homie on lean He like to mix it with sprite I’m tryna give him some sight Maybe lead Him to Christ Why the evils in the world wanna hoe me And control me Dont console me Wanna turn me to the old me Got a sister tryna tell her Told me "show me" Ima fight to live a life So when she see me Spirit glowing Baa I’m overflowing! Told my Nigha "Think I need a make a PAC song" All this garbage in the food Need my crops grown Feel a hole by my foot Need my socks sown All these snakes like to talk Get they tops blown I’m that lil Nigha momma moved to Broussard We ain’t alot of nothing made my speech hard We be hungry so we get it then we feast on You’ll never catch me slipping me and my daughter Seesawing Go the hardest Go the farthest Grow a garden "Gain a harvest nigha" You might also likePoor and poorer Proud and Prouder It annoy us What the taught us nigha? Cooking kitchen Our tradition Pay a lawyer "Dog they caught us nigha" Room we in it 20 sentence Momma yelling Fought and lost it nigha Who the heartest nigha? Me... Pardon me I be feeling myself when I'm on a beat Lines spiky like cleats My nighas told me "it’s heat" If we battle I'm winning Because my voice is a cheat Just mind ya business and keep it moving Or... meetcha defeat I'm the soy on the seed Yea I be dripping in speech Not an inventible breed It ain’t no copying T Talking straight to the point It ain’t no figure of speech I got the Jazz in my soul Solidified "it’s indeed" I can really give damn about a hater Cause they dont know the real me when im in prayer Momma missing from the earth whole crater Heard my exe was tryna reach Told my wife bae slay her! Lord... Can I dwell inside the heavens witcha/with you What about my brother he a felon can I place him witcha If I sketch the truth give me patience when I paint the picture Money ain't bout nothing so I'm praying make my spirit richer I can get all the dough But want my family to live Money come money go But can I stay with my kid? Can I stay with my rib? I pray I got it to give Put some care in my body So I ain't reckless ouchea Lost my uncle to rocks And lost a friend to a Glock You know them cops circle the blocks Tryna gather a flock Kill us all Spill the blood and tell the coroner mop ClicK, claK, pop, pop, another coroner stop We use 2 smoke on the roof And hit licks in the week Then my cousin got laced And now we hardly speak All these games they playing And it get harder to cheat All these missing eyes "Nigha it's gettin harder to see" I️ ain’t walking in this world with no protection Got a weapon in a weapon manifesting Many trials in my life turned ta blessings This music counseling me This is my session Kalani (engineer) (Whoo) I pray I never have take a life or take a son I pray I never have a choose to run or raise a gun The dealer dealt a deck of cards Do I hit this one? I bet the house ga try ta play me Flip a 21 nigha |