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Featuring Blu & Fred The Godson Prod. by Nottz Raw (Intro) You know the truth is as that You know, when it come to family Sometimes communication don’t really heal everything or fix everything, you feel me? That’s just the truth You know, meet two people, they gotta understand each other Really listen to each other, you feel? (Verse) Ayo my fam like perfect photography The way we left the poverty You would have think that my pops is a fan of comedy Honestly, I would be chillin pomposly, spittin polly seats Poppin shit to a proper piece, pissing on niggas’ party seats Palium, pocket in profits all for the products My partners pass to me, polishing promises that I’ll pop it if it’s lie to me Slice done watches, prolly my mama’s Jordans stop it You street diggers deenin the octo profit The cream of the planet rockin the cream in grandma’s garage It’s a dream we made it out with clean colors Without the laundry, from lotto tickets to lobster dishes Life be feeling loft, they gotting me, gotting me like my god Is when I be gwapping guadalupe Letras de cancionesGuacamoli, guatemala and ganja Still nothing come between king and queen Kid and his mama, you can spit and wipe your kicks But don’t nothing wipe off the shina When you see me home with it, You told me, that’s for your mama nigga (Verse) Give me the mike, I have no reason to write I should work in a sperm bank yeah, seemin I’m nice Big truck, cultron semen, your girl should see me tonight I’m bustin round with a chess piece now, give me the knife Niggas on your block see me on TV, they tight Think it’s wrong when I cop cops wanna read me my rights I spit songs with a strong flow That old sitcom, I had to blossom with a long nose All those hopin I foul, you speakin up Haters, hope you took your Viagra, just keep it up Far as this party, doesn’t matter I’m diabetic and I’m fighting the sugar, I’m Marvin Haggler I just wanna be there, whenever we there Hope y’all not playin with wii’s, nintendo wii there I just wanna be there, whenever we there Hope you’re not playing with wives, Freddy God, yeah (Verse) Kiss my mother I love her, I’m barely in New York Forgive me for the complications in communication Got a wifey you haven’t spoken to in 7 years Do the several tears to my father that’s buried deep in fears I’m bout to be a father, plus I’ma be a husband Hopefully the crees a deep discussion bring relief and hugging Except the mark for who he is and how he wants to live It’s all a son needs, he’s just seed, you gotta let him be My mama stuborn, as they come but through the strife she kept me out of trouble Through the blocks of Bushwick, daddy had to hustle Imposin a state of mind, cause we on New York Despite the way we talk, what we hunger does not the side of fork I pop the cork and raise the glass, you the shit mom Forgive me for my cursing but I swear you the shit mom How well on pushin 90 lookin as ever God is great, the finer trace you finally figure 8 Meaning we infinite positive jewel symphony So track the issue, just balance out this arithmetic I’m inconsiderate, insensitive to others needs But the help I give, I don’t expect the size the love for me With my day 1 niggas the taste is bitter Who would figure when they judging my loyalty through my twitter Maybe I’ll paint the picture to drive aside me, could use a license That’s when it hurt, when I told em I deal all I got was silence But those my niggas, if we never do a song again May the lord keep us blessed, feeling stronger then My disconnection with my family’s my strongest flaw Long as I can call em and talk it off we can conquer all From Letras Mania