Master P put a youngin' on game, it's more to life than the shit we proclaim
Dear Mr. President you ain't shit, it's ironic that your mom raised a bitch
Babies starving and mothers dying trying to find a balance
Fathers locked in jail or buried
While we sipping Hennessy from the chalice
Callus on our palms from labor, and beliefs the white man is the savior
You'd think black folks are lowly favored because it's clear we're deeply hated
The black man is god, I mean see what we created
The black woman is mother nature, the stars and the moon, and everything greater
Feel me, feel me
I ain't perfect but love me til they kill me
Feel me, feel me
If you real you gon' love me til they kill me
Came out the Field of the Merk
Watch a young nigga do work (Yeah, yeah)
Putting dead prez in hearse
No road rage when them niggas flip birds (Yeah, yeah)
I lived in the trap, I was just 12 and I saw them bust packs
They taught me that 12 give you life for the crack
They taught me don't ride with that serial number scratched (The hell is you doing)
Tricks of the trade (Yeah)
King Vitamin and Frosted Flakes (Yeah)
Make syrup out of kool aid (Syrup)
Ain't smoking no less than a eighth (Smoking)
I asked how to make bread (How you do that)
And them niggas put me on game (They showed me)
White pair of 9's with the J's (Snowing)
Tearing down the skating ring (Yeah)
Bought a bitch a flashing ring (I got it)
A glow stick for her wrist (I got it)
A pool shark at heart (That right)
Saw some niggas off the fist (Wassup)
But it is what it is (It is), I can't change where I'm from (the Merk)
As far as fear I have none (Not at all), Now let me know are you the one (Yeah)
Feel me, feel me
I ain't perfect but love me til they kill me
Feel me, feel me
If you real you gon' love me til they kill me
Feel me, feel me
Feel me, feel me
If you real you gon' love me til they kill me
That's back in the days nigga, back on Kolb Road and shit
Know what I'm saying
Staying by the motherf*cking Juke Joint
Know what I'm saying
Niggas used to let us in for free because we was some cool young niggas
Know what I'm talking bout
Shit we used to leave the Field and pull up on my homies in Twin Lakes and shit
Take them niggaz out to the skating rink, ya feel me
Chuck what's up nigga, my motherf*cking blood cousin
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Master P put a youngin' on game, it's more to life than the shit we proclaim
Dear Mr. President you ain't shit, it's ironic that your mom raised a bitch
Babies starving and mothers dying trying to find a balance
Fathers locked in jail or buried
While we sipping Hennessy from the chalice
Callus on our palms from labor, and beliefs the white man is the savior
You'd think black folks are lowly favored because it's clear we're deeply hated
The black man is god, I mean see what we created
The black woman is mother nature, the stars and the moon, and everything greater
Feel me, feel me
I ain't perfect but love me til they kill me
Feel me, feel me
If you real you gon' love me til they kill me
Came out the Field of the Merk
Watch a young nigga do work (Yeah, yeah)
Putting dead prez in hearse
No road rage when them niggas flip birds (Yeah, yeah)
I lived in the trap, I was just 12 and I saw them bust packs
They taught me that 12 give you life for the crack
They taught me don't ride with that serial number scratched (The hell is you doing)
Tricks of the trade (Yeah)
King Vitamin and Frosted Flakes (Yeah)
Make syrup out of kool aid (Syrup)
Ain't smoking no less than a eighth (Smoking)
I asked how to make bread (How you do that)
And them niggas put me on game (They showed me)
White pair of 9's with the J's (Snowing)
Tearing down the skating ring (Yeah)
Bought a bitch a flashing ring (I got it)
A glow stick for her wrist (I got it)
A pool shark at heart (That right)
Saw some niggas off the fist (Wassup)
But it is what it is (It is), I can't change where I'm from (the Merk)
As far as fear I have none (Not at all), Now let me know are you the one (Yeah)
Feel me, feel me
I ain't perfect but love me til they kill me
Feel me, feel me
If you real you gon' love me til they kill me
Feel me, feel me
Feel me, feel me
If you real you gon' love me til they kill me
That's back in the days nigga, back on Kolb Road and shit
Know what I'm saying
Staying by the motherf*cking Juke Joint
Know what I'm saying
Niggas used to let us in for free because we was some cool young niggas
Know what I'm talking bout
Shit we used to leave the Field and pull up on my homies in Twin Lakes and shit
Take them niggaz out to the skating rink, ya feel me
Chuck what's up nigga, my motherf*cking blood cousin
Dear Mr. President you ain't shit, it's ironic that your mom raised a bitch
Babies starving and mothers dying trying to find a balance
Fathers locked in jail or buried
While we sipping Hennessy from the chalice
Callus on our palms from labor, and beliefs the white man is the savior
You'd think black folks are lowly favored because it's clear we're deeply hated
The black man is god, I mean see what we created
The black woman is mother nature, the stars and the moon, and everything greater
Feel me, feel me
I ain't perfect but love me til they kill me
Feel me, feel me
If you real you gon' love me til they kill me
Came out the Field of the Merk
Watch a young nigga do work (Yeah, yeah)
Putting dead prez in hearse
No road rage when them niggas flip birds (Yeah, yeah)
I lived in the trap, I was just 12 and I saw them bust packs
They taught me that 12 give you life for the crack
They taught me don't ride with that serial number scratched (The hell is you doing)
Tricks of the trade (Yeah)
King Vitamin and Frosted Flakes (Yeah)
Make syrup out of kool aid (Syrup)
Ain't smoking no less than a eighth (Smoking)
I asked how to make bread (How you do that)
And them niggas put me on game (They showed me)
White pair of 9's with the J's (Snowing)
Tearing down the skating ring (Yeah)
Bought a bitch a flashing ring (I got it)
A glow stick for her wrist (I got it)
A pool shark at heart (That right)
Saw some niggas off the fist (Wassup)
But it is what it is (It is), I can't change where I'm from (the Merk)
As far as fear I have none (Not at all), Now let me know are you the one (Yeah)
Feel me, feel me
I ain't perfect but love me til they kill me
Feel me, feel me
If you real you gon' love me til they kill me
Feel me, feel me
Feel me, feel me
If you real you gon' love me til they kill me
That's back in the days nigga, back on Kolb Road and shit
Know what I'm saying
Staying by the motherf*cking Juke Joint
Know what I'm saying
Niggas used to let us in for free because we was some cool young niggas
Know what I'm talking bout
Shit we used to leave the Field and pull up on my homies in Twin Lakes and shit
Take them niggaz out to the skating rink, ya feel me
Chuck what's up nigga, my motherf*cking blood cousin
Writer: Christopher Choice Jr.
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