paroles de chanson Part III - Isaiah Rashad
My
momma
see
my
page,
said
baby
you
a
winner
Now
at
this
tender
age,
Lord
knows
that
I′m
finna
I'm
dealing
with
this
rage,
and
abortions
got
me
pent
up
We
could
all
die
tonight,
Lord
knows
that
I′m
Look,
Lord
forgive
me
for
all
my
bad
decisions
My
pot
of
gold
was
never
hidden
underground,
it
was
packed
in
a
bowl
With
a
woman
by
my
side,
couple
snacks
from
the
store
Perfecting
every
line,
shit
was
left
from
the
floor
My
momma
tell
me
"Get
a
job,"
but
employment
ain't
employing
us
Not
with
my
record,
right
stage
exit
Momma,
I'm
a
king,
but
they
pay
me
peasant
He
tell
me
that
I′m
fired
and
he
say
it
so
pleasant
The
hood
under
fire,
local
news
not
present
They
focused
on
Trayvon,
and
they
focused
on
the
President
I
guess
it′s
unimportant
in
my
residence
See
they
never
say
they
love
you
in
the
present
tense
I
think
I'm
quitting
school,
I′mma
be
in
debt
And
work
fast
food,
shit
I'm
sorry
I
ain′t
made
it
yet
I
try
to,
I
try
to
talk
'bout
my
problems,
but
that
shit
don′t
ever...
Don't
never
fucking
come
out
right...
don't
never
fucking...
Don′t
never
fucking
come
out
right
when
I
try
to
Ay,
was
suicide
from
the
top
of
the
swing
set
Maybe
I
could
fly
but
I
ain′t
got
my
wings
yet
They
tell
me,
"Get
a
job,
nigga
grow
up,
the
bills
still
piled
They
don't
care
if
you
don′t
blow
up,
you
dropping
out
of
college,
huh
You
unemployed
so
I
know
you
spitting
polished,
huh
You
the
first
born,
how
you
still
your
momma
problem
child?
Britney
was
a
bitch,
she
always
said
that
you
was
selfish
So
go
and
buy
your
bitch,
that's
how
you
do
it
when
you
wealthy"
Oh,
chlamydiae,
I
thought
you
said
that
you
was
healthy
I′m
tryna
make
it
big,
God,
they
said
that
you
would
help
me
Say
it
so
selfless
yet
pray
it
so
selfish
I'm
scared
to
go
to
Hell,
smoke
it
to
the
piece
Piece
landed
me
in
jail,
movies
with
a
bitch
Bitch
pregnant
as
hell,
I
was
happier
in
jail
Devil
on
my
shoulders,
tell
me
no,
I
shouldn′t
get
it
I
probably
made
a
baby
off
in
that
Honda
Civic
After
I
dropped
my
baby
off
in
that
Honda
Civic
I
probably
should
repeat
it,
I
know
you
didn't
get
it
Album
Welcome To The Game
1 Probation
2 Sounds from Friday Morning
3 Hii (Fuck Love)
4 Part III
5 2X Pills
6 Food for Thought
7 Part II
8 Khaki
9 Hurt Cobaine
10 95
11 The Spill (Grammy Family)
12 Gusto
13 Like That
14 Weak Shit
15 Mani Lux
16 Fake Trill
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