Dedication Songtext
von Only the Family

This is a Utopix production

Running′ duckin' law, smoker got no wind
Pull up on ′em, pull the trigger, shoot, is he dead
And no one for that, one for them, is you scared
If I get back in that jam, I'm goin' fed, yeah yeah
Stress politician, lil′ cousin fucked up, want me to pay tuition
I′m so moody off medication, this shit hard work and dedication


Granny call me a devil, ran the streets all night
I ain't really got no levels all my bitches all type
These niggas ain′t count no check, these lil' niggas be all hype
I was fucked up now I′m back, told 'em I′ma be all right
Top ten flow, ballin' like I'm Kriss Dunn
I say Chicago, pick a gun like which one
You ain′t ever live in a crib with a junkie
Goin′ to sleep, gotta hide your money
Wasn't no food, gotta hold my tummy

Jumped in the streets, ain′t talkin' ′bout my rookie
Couldn't keep no joggers, I was clumsy
And I told my teacher I wasn′t no trouble
And I hate when a fake nigga say he love you
I grew up different, I'm from the city of Al Capone
I got caught stealin', them people say that I grew up wrong
Don′t blame me, blame poverty
Thirsty to get out and want my property
Fast seven think about robbin′ me
You gon' have some wings like them Robin jeans


Running′ duckin' law, smoker got no wind
Pull up on ′em, pull the trigger, shoot, is he dead
And no one for that, one for them, is you scared
If I get back in that jam, I'm goin′ fed, yeah yeah
Stress politician, lil' cousin fucked up, want me to pay tuition
I'm so moody off medication, this shit hard work and dedication