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letter to my son - fantaboy toph lyrics

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(intro/hook 1)
spend the rent when im bored b-tch i’m real numb
knee deep in the streets, how it feel huh?
have you ever had to deal had to steal some?
no you didn’t boy you ain’t ever did none
is you riding for your boy would you k!ll for em ?
if it came down to it, would you k!ll some?
if you slammed in the jam, would you spill some?
have you ever been broke had to l!ck hunt?
everybody want money can’t get none
if you really want money, we can hit some
if we really gotta ride than we ride on
lemme know coz its real in the field son
lemme know it’s foreal in the field though
when you ride hit the rear you gotta ride on
spending bands out the count with my mind gone

(verse 1)
spending bands b-tch i’m numb b-tch i’m bored
smell the loud when i’m all through the store
said ‘i smell good’ she adore that
top suite, can’t afford pads, vip all that
that’s an old cap
i done bought that
i done holdt that
i’m off 4 xans
walking slow man
walking around like snowman, yola-man

(hook 2)

spend the rent when im bored b-tch i’m real numb
knee deep in the streets, how it feel huh?
have you ever had to deal had to steal some?
no you didn’t nah you ain’t ever did none
is you riding for your boy would you k!ll for em ?
if it came down to it, would you k!ll some?
if you slammed in the jam, would you spill some?
have you ever been broke had to l!ck hunt?
everybody want money can’t get none
if you really want money, we can hit some
if we really gotta ride than we ride on
lemme know coz its real we the real slime
lemme know it’s foreal in the field son
yeah
fanta
yeah
fanta

(verse 2)

if you really love shawty, get rich for her
in the mall with a doll like “which store?”
you don’t bleed how i bleed b-tch i bleed strong
i be peeping out the window when i hear some
counting money finger green like a wierd thumb
really bout it homie i don’t gotta fear none
& i ain’t seen my son all week i really miss em
& i gotta get this money leave my jit some
i ain’t tryna see you struggle live good son
from the hood; one
only one that
ever understood that
i don’t wanna jugg pac
why i gotta do that?
all that
till im falling flat
till im off n on the pac
riding around with straps
riding around with gats

(hook 3)

(spend the rent when im bored b-tch i’m real numb
knee deep in the streets, how it feel huh?)

have you ever had to deal had to steal some?
no you didn’t nah you ain’t ever did none
are you riding for your boy would you k!ll for em ?
if it came down to it, would you k!ll some?
if you slammed in the jam, would you spill some?
have you ever been broke had to l!ck hunt?
everybody want money can’t get none
if you really want money, we can hit some
if we really gotta ride than we ride on
lemme know it’s foreal in the field zone
lemme know coz its real yeah it’s real son

(outro)
and it’s real bad
yeah it’s real dangerous
i tote real guns
yeah there’s real drugs
all these real funds
all these real thugs
and these real slugs
ain’t no real hugs
i tote real slugs
yeah that’s realer
i’ma make it see a million
foreally
toph milli
milli mafia
we gone get it
in a minute, in a minute

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