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grown man voice - mckinley dixon lyrics

[intro]
south side loving the crew, every time we come through
east side n*ggas, yeah they loving the crew, every time we come through
west side n*ggas, yeah they loving the crew, every time we come through
north side n*ggas, yeah they loving the crew, every time we come through (yeah, f*ck with me, ay)

[verse 1]
yeah baby girl
i know that sh*ts bright
but
its a picture nini
please
look at the light
for me
you don’t know what this wasteland really mean to me
make me wonder
if h*ll contain a pretty scenery
sh*t
these stories
n*gga feeling aesop
got the whole street yelling
when a n*gga run from cops
every fence
getting hopped
celebration
don’t stop
hoping they never take our feet away
and the connection
it never gets severed
told grams
i’mma try my hardest make her live forever
it ain’t work, a n*gga blasting
all my work is everlasting
whats ya worth
they finna ask it
why playing in a casket
little man
just because you think you grown now
means even more watch ya motherf*cking tone now
when you talk to me
we ain’t friends
i ain’t playing
baby boy
look in the mirror
start to wobble in his chain
humming
[chorus]
the love ain’t scarce, and we ain’t scared
love ain’t scarce
and we ain’t scared
got so much family in here
love ain’t scarce
n*gga, we ain’t scared
the l ove ain’t scarce, and we ain’t scared
love ain’t scarce
and we ain’t scared
so much family in here
the love ain’t scarce
n*gga, we ain’t scared

[verse 2: micah james]
light skin n*gga
take the bass and the baritone
down type frightened
you can tell by the pheromones, chip on ya shoulder
color of a waffle cone
can’t leave the house without being doused in copper tone
enlightened
like skin brightnen cream
y’all better stop
pull back the rubber band on good hair
and let it pop
nightmares, not dreams of things
i regret alot
but f*ck everybody
i’m the king, like coretta scott
i don’t struggle with humility and grace
i move with impunity, vanish without a trace
colorism is just anothing ism to keep us lost
but, as a child, it was some sh*t that i’d reenforce (oh no)
didn’t know how to properly acknowledge my benefit
acting all innocent
heavenly angel, with the halo was bent and dented in
with the lights dimmered
d*mn no pun intended
man i’ve been a trifling n*gga
maybe thats why i spent a grip on all types of liquors
prolly not
just some unrelated poppy c*ck
poetry is life
this sh*t is not a hobby, ahk
world to all them idealistic suckers at the coffee shop
[verse 3: jah monte]
i’m mourning time
tell my b*tch that we got morning time
on it until the morning time, she got that florida shine
laid back and she pouring wine
hit you with the 30, never cross me like
border lines
mami know papi the man though
spent hands on, for n*ggas before the gram
i been grinding since yo grandma been cooking ham
shoot you like series or something
put you on cam
i’m the man on camera b*tches is bowing
keep the money in the family like italians
hit his ass a thousand times, n*ggas be wylin
she ask me how i feel
i’m tryna see a money mountain
b*tch i’m ballin, i’m up a hundred and counting
she wan’ f*ck with the youth
she found the fountain
whats the foundation
told her have some pounds waiting
you just at a sound station
oh you sound basic

[bridge: mckinley]
i pray to god that i don’t pray for kids
i pray to god that i don’t pray for kids
i pray to god that i don’t pray for kids
i pray to god that i don’t pray for kids
i pray to god that i don’t pray for
lil n*ggas with halos
hope that pistol knows pathos
logos etched they halo
don’t move until they say so
saying
in this case
lay low, cool!
[verse 4: pink siifu]
be cool
be cool
barbershop talking sh*t
hard to walk a mile in em
these shoes, size 10
from the hood
we know sizing
still finding a ways
we keep fighting
stack remind me, i need to save
take care of fam, bring old age
i’m an old me
fave dance was the old man
oh wait sh*t
used to love to shoot pool with my old man
can’t push a rope
thats word to my old man
let it sit
pops chill
let it sit
tryna get a magnum
all chill, all about action
saw all these factors
gimme clean captions
look how it snapped him
the god slapped him
heat bring traction

- mckinley dixon lyrics

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