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PCOLUMNI - NOBODY KNOWS Lyrics



PCOLUMNI - NOBODY KNOWS Lyrics




My influence was conducive to losers and drug abusers
Shooters end up killin' some dudes
They went to school and we was hustlin' everyday
But we never grew up on a corner with older niggas that never grew up

I know it gotta be more
Shit, I can't die here
Strugglin', dependin' on the government for childcare
I pray everyday that my seeds be blessed

I just grind and try not to let them see me stress
Grow your kids up proud of the skin they in
With knowledge of self and where it began
We win too many tombstone visits

Group home children
We losin' our women
That's fallin' afool to an image
Black boy, black boy, hold your head up high

You shed a tear and your ancestors hear you cry
Black girl, black girl, gotta know your worth
You a black queen and the mother of the earth
You niggas ain't listenin', missin' a good lesson

Gettin' time in the prison and twisted off hood weapons
I'm steppin' in the name of some reparation
The subject of harassment
Tasked investigation

Lil' nigga praise the white Jesus, cause mama ain't know the better man
Visions of a Cosby sweater and froze gelatin
The hood brought us together, man
We ain't blood but we thug so we brethren

Better if you stand
Better when you plan
We was bound to fail
They taught us squeeze until it jammed

We was scared of kidnapping the clowns in white vans
So every time the milkman came
Niggas ran word to hookers and preaches
They are heroes and teachers

Mirror, mirror, I'm lookin'
See my dad in my features
The world got me feelin' like I'm climbin' a slope
So slippery I ain't lookin' back for hope

Niggas diggin' me
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My influence was conducive to losers and drug abusers
Shooters end up killin' some dudes
They went to school and we was hustlin' everyday
But we never grew up on a corner with older niggas that never grew up

I know it gotta be more
Shit, I can't die here
Strugglin', dependin' on the government for childcare
I pray everyday that my seeds be blessed

I just grind and try not to let them see me stress
Grow your kids up proud of the skin they in
With knowledge of self and where it began
We win too many tombstone visits

Group home children
We losin' our women
That's fallin' afool to an image
Black boy, black boy, hold your head up high

You shed a tear and your ancestors hear you cry
Black girl, black girl, gotta know your worth
You a black queen and the mother of the earth
You niggas ain't listenin', missin' a good lesson

Gettin' time in the prison and twisted off hood weapons
I'm steppin' in the name of some reparation
The subject of harassment
Tasked investigation

Lil' nigga praise the white Jesus, cause mama ain't know the better man
Visions of a Cosby sweater and froze gelatin
The hood brought us together, man
We ain't blood but we thug so we brethren

Better if you stand
Better when you plan
We was bound to fail
They taught us squeeze until it jammed

We was scared of kidnapping the clowns in white vans
So every time the milkman came
Niggas ran word to hookers and preaches
They are heroes and teachers

Mirror, mirror, I'm lookin'
See my dad in my features
The world got me feelin' like I'm climbin' a slope
So slippery I ain't lookin' back for hope

Niggas diggin' me
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Writer: LUTHER JENNINGS, FRANKLIN WILLIAMS, HUEY WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Downtown Music Publishing, Peermusic Publishing

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Performed By: PCOLUMNI
Language: English
Length: 2:13
Written by: LUTHER JENNINGS, FRANKLIN WILLIAMS, HUEY WILLIAMS
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