Tale of Three Kings

Lyrics
[Intro] Good sense, Good sense [Verse 1] How dem young boys killing I think that's ludacris Since a juvenile I've been moving shit Was raised bumping lil wayne and boosie them I'm tryna stay sane I'm this close to losing it All I had was old girl and my basketball Granny lit them candles when the lights was off Came a long way from riding on them handlebars Now I dive in my money nigga cannon ball But money and family that's all I care about I turn my mama crib into a marriott Niggas trapped all day just to get bailed out Too hood to be hollywood I'm no sell out I used to keep a burner in the mailbox My homie got shot and now he shell shocked I pray that all my niggas ball hard I pray that we never fall off This lil nigga turn big dog Took me no days off to get them bricks off Yeah, get money that's my theme song We fuss back and forth like it's ping pong I shine bright without no bling on I kiss my son before I leave home And the moral of the story is Without no guts ain't no glory kid So last night yo, I'm in the bricks Lil nigga walk up to me like Smizz can I tell you my story [Verse 2] It's politics as usual Coming up as a unusual child Shit my childhood I chose not to smile Confused with real life for a while Didn't know if I was pose to live life Or pose to style See some days I miss meals On chill nights my stomach growls Said I went to school just to eat dinner Chicken swab but coming from can I learn to be a winner If you get caught slipping become the next nigga's child Blah, that's the sound of the forty cal Another one bites the dust some hood niggas doing for fun I didn't even try to run I stuck on my chest My eyes wide somebody told me gangsters don't die They multiply, shit they lied I got my religion from watching guys like godfather With mob ties, niggas that flip pies Niggas that pimp rides niggas that's known for keeping bad bitches by they side But I never had that, all I had was a pack to pay society back Soon as I bought my first gack Grew up in the eighty so my mom was on crack A single parent lady who's addiction was so [?] But to make the situation more shady My partner told me that [?] was pregnant with my baby That was my main lady So now I'm dealing with stress and a baby mamy shit All I wanted was to go to college and get a scholarship But fuck it I said I'm on that robbing shit Brought me two black [?] now I'm a wildcat like wonder wiz I used to dream about being like them Obamy kids But it's fucked up I couldn't even tell you who my real father is Good sense, Good sense [Verse 3] Mobbing with my brothers from another go and get it Son say the word and I'm with it Lawns full of herb liquor on the curb Rest in peace AJ pose to be here spitting Look, I'm pose to be winning Look, shit post to be different But I swear it's looking good this year Bye baby, don't cry for me watch me ride these beats Ride out bitch you ain't never ride for me Talk is cheap and this dick ain't free Fuck off fell off and I'm back on 'Cause had to sit down for three nights back home Used to play the corner for real from the field to the block Push your nose you got pushed in that box Jock put up you know it's up nigga Hooked to that money that shit a drug nigga Fuck these other niggas I don't fuck with em Just me and my niggas now you stuck with us Since way back when they couldn't fuck with us Hating nothing changed they can't fuck with us Come to your hood to fuck a bitch You know they love them niggas from the lanta (Atlanta) Old heads really with the shit A few dead bodies on the hammer Jeff had the swag we all stole from it Stack a lil' paper make more money Never no money can't go back to that Grind till the line go flat Write rhymes the flow's stupid I got dumb and lose my mind Honey I'm home count this cash Good bye to my past
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Credits
- Writers
- Domo Genesis
- Young Roddy