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kings rd - justin time the rookie lyrics

(shoutout all my n*ggas in the a
shoutout all my dawgs in duval
north side where dem rats come to play
mess around and catch a body, catch a body in a uhaul)

keep it a stack the future neva looked bright
had to stomp roaches life just neva seemed right
rolled up my pants lord know that money was tight
pray wit my bruddas when ma would cry at night, but
we from the bottom ain’t no guessin’ we bout it uh*huh
12 be sweeping up the street what about it uh*huh
where i come from that’s the sh*t and we like it uh*uh
where i come from that’s the sh*t and we like it uh*huh

i don’t eva need to pull no legs
i’m practicing the preacher
streets don’t got a church
but i know jesus like to make a feature
i ain’t no saint either
i’m just my bruddas keeper
this sh*t get deep but yet i walk my n*ggas call me peter
time fade a way i know kobe was the man
my bars too hot my momma had to plug window wit a fan
i know about it
just because i’m black don’t mean my mind is shrouded
don’t assume sh*t because in church i had shouted
imma living, breathing testimony
god made me his ceremony
the devil got no hold but my life is a h*ll of a story
red and blue lights we knew the 12 they was coming
the whole hood watched from dem screen doors rat just came from the oven
buddy
dem puddles do get muddy
but momma saw it coming
she said son you gotta make it the street life ain’t for me
i ain’t a rapper or a singer no cap
i’m the goat who mission is to keep my god on the map

keep it a stack the future neva looked bright
had to stomp roaches life just neva seemed right
rolled up my pants lord know that money was tight
pray wit my bruddas when ma would cry at night, but
we from the bottom ain’t no guessin’ we bout it uh*huh
12 be sweeping up the street what about it uh*huh
where i come from that’s the sh*t and we like it uh*uh
where i come from that’s the sh*t and we like it uh*huh

i’m just the goat who mission is to keep my god on the map
i remember bay bay babies hiding blocks under mats
then they grew up slinging glocks and selling crack for them racks
my fam was had no where to sleep i swear we neva going back
fame
don’t go to my head
remember who got you to stardom
instead
drop the chains, you too far ahead
don’t eva let’s demons come lay in yo bed
i need that on a sticky note
i had to bend my ark that thing won’t ever float
power seep through my words so i won’t eva choke
r.i.p. to gramps i had to learn to cope
god d*mn
i am
the mother f*cking man
my water sweet from melon, skin at war with uncle sam
taking joe out to j*pan
my momma need a tan
my grandma need a window she might be my biggest fan
i got church they on my right
the hood sit on my left
and we gone fight the world until there just ain’t nothing left
stir the pot up call me chief
i won’t be the same
i had came from the bottom, buzzer beater for game

keep it a stack the future neva looked bright
had to stomp roaches life just neva seemed right
rolled up my pants lord know that money was tight
pray wit my bruddas when ma would cry at night, but
we from the bottom ain’t no guessin’ we bout it uh*huh
12 be sweeping up the street what about it uh*huh
where i come from that’s the sh*t and we like it uh*uh
where i come from that’s the sh*t and we like it uh*huh

- justin time the rookie lyrics

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