January 26th Songtext
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January 26th Songtext
Shoutout to my momma she gave birth to a real one
A clip up in my spirit with my lyrics imma kill some
I do it for my kinfolk always standing ten toes
No, I ain′t a killer but I still might let this clip go
Shoutout to my momma she gave birth to a real one
A clip up in my spirit with my lyrics imma kill some
Do it for my kinfolk always standing ten toes
Birthdate of the God January 26th hoe
A rose that blossomed from the gutter niggas came up out the dirt
Trailer visits with my mother drool stains on my shirt
Spending Sunday's with my father but I′m far away from church
I'm still praying to the Lord my life ain't harder than at birth
Since we ain′t have shit I′ll make sure that we got it
And you best know how to keep it if you get it and I want it
It's by any means I′ll live and die by my dreams
And I refuse to be another nigga dying by the streets
I peeped the candlelight vigils let our loved ones Rest In Peace
But I'll be damned if my mother gon be crying over me
Got my pops up in the pen owe 28 to the state
And momma work 100 hours just to go and fill my plate
So fuck you think I do it for? Nigga this my time
My niggas sipping henny other bitches sipping mai tai
It′s the little things be shedding light on the disparity
Look into my eyes and see the world with perfect clarity
Falling back down the only thing in life that's scaring me
But I′m gon push and shove through all the bullshit that's preparing me
For the next step, foes invited to my dick
In love with hating on the kid but they gon ride him till he's stiff
Those who cast the first stone Catch a hollow to their dome
I′m sure you dealt with lesser men who might go kill your ass for gold
They all be like "Hec why this story so cold?"
Because I tell a real tale and you can feel it in your bones
Shoutout to my momma she gave birth to a real one
A clip up in my spirit with my lyrics imma kill some
I do it for my kinfolk always standing ten toes
No I ain′t a killer but I still might let this clip go
Shoutout to my momma she gave birth to a real one
A clip up in my spirit with my lyrics imma kill some
Do it for my kinfolk always standing ten toes
Birthdate of the God January 26th hoe
A clip up in my spirit with my lyrics imma kill some
I do it for my kinfolk always standing ten toes
No, I ain′t a killer but I still might let this clip go
Shoutout to my momma she gave birth to a real one
A clip up in my spirit with my lyrics imma kill some
Do it for my kinfolk always standing ten toes
Birthdate of the God January 26th hoe
A rose that blossomed from the gutter niggas came up out the dirt
Trailer visits with my mother drool stains on my shirt
Spending Sunday's with my father but I′m far away from church
I'm still praying to the Lord my life ain't harder than at birth
Since we ain′t have shit I′ll make sure that we got it
And you best know how to keep it if you get it and I want it
It's by any means I′ll live and die by my dreams
And I refuse to be another nigga dying by the streets
I peeped the candlelight vigils let our loved ones Rest In Peace
But I'll be damned if my mother gon be crying over me
Got my pops up in the pen owe 28 to the state
And momma work 100 hours just to go and fill my plate
So fuck you think I do it for? Nigga this my time
My niggas sipping henny other bitches sipping mai tai
It′s the little things be shedding light on the disparity
Look into my eyes and see the world with perfect clarity
Falling back down the only thing in life that's scaring me
But I′m gon push and shove through all the bullshit that's preparing me
For the next step, foes invited to my dick
In love with hating on the kid but they gon ride him till he's stiff
Those who cast the first stone Catch a hollow to their dome
I′m sure you dealt with lesser men who might go kill your ass for gold
They all be like "Hec why this story so cold?"
Because I tell a real tale and you can feel it in your bones
Shoutout to my momma she gave birth to a real one
A clip up in my spirit with my lyrics imma kill some
I do it for my kinfolk always standing ten toes
No I ain′t a killer but I still might let this clip go
Shoutout to my momma she gave birth to a real one
A clip up in my spirit with my lyrics imma kill some
Do it for my kinfolk always standing ten toes
Birthdate of the God January 26th hoe
Writer(s): Hector Rodriguez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
