Текст песни Thanksgiving - Son of Tony

You should stop it, all that girl gossip boy
Forbidden topics, can turn you to a hostage boy
Familiar wit scent fear is a funk
And you loud as a skunk, get in that trunk

Had to ask who ya people′s was before we murked you
Cross the wrong family and drama come full circle
You either shoot or you shot, juxx or you got
Either whipping that pot or pumping re-rock

Went to war wit og's over block′s y'all on now
Killed more of them than they killed us we was so foul
Block boy's from eighth′s to oz′s
With the universal dream to push and hold keys

No celebration over here just the work
It's a holiday and I′m thankful for the hurt
These confessions never meant for the church
Tell me how you get clean in the dirt

Being broke make you wanna scream and holler
So blame who never taught you bout the power of a dollar
The purple & the kush & the sour Ugnh
The pills & the poison & the powder

New year's eve no resolution, just reefer
Valentine′s day is a hoax, don't want it either
Easter, grinding in a fresher pair of sneakers
I′m no April fool, Memorial Day the drought deeper

You so independent you can die on the fourth of July
And I bet it ain't a accident when them bullets fly
Next couple month's time to huddle up, double up
Gotta double clutch now that money is jumping double dutch

Pill popping niggas wit pistols, pissed and they run amok
Felons wit felonious feelings fucking wit fairy dust
Wondering who would carry us the day they bury us
But niggas like us love the game, it never marry us

No celebration over here just the work-
It′s a holiday and I′m thankful for the hurt-
These confessions never meant for the church-
Tell me how you get clean in the dirt-

Being broke make you wanna scream and holler-
So blame who never taught you bout the power of a dollar-
The purple & the kush & the sour- Ugnh
The pills & the poison & the powder-