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for the soul - mistah f.a.b. lyrics

[intro: mistah f.a.b.]
rest in peace to the track
you already know
that’s my n-gga for live
fella fella, what’s happenin’? uh
yeah, tt3
thug tears 3, uh

[verse 1: mistah f.a.b.]
my lil’ n-gga gotta pull twenty, he on his fifth he-rs-
they ain’t seen a n-gga get stabbed on the fifth tear
lil’ mama only 20 years old, she on her fifth kid
brodie said he start sellin’ stones so he could switch gear
ain’t no pork on my fork nowadays
but i was raised off bologna sandwiches
and spam, that sh-t was scandalous
mama used to get so high, she started panicking
when mama died, i went through depression, on some manic sh-t
when you don’t got no mama and dad, it’s hard to manage, kid
even stretch told the world it’s hard to manage him
flashin’ on my b-tch, she swear i need anger management
ice city, yeah, north pole, i’m from where santa live
it’s a red apple bottom on these yellow banana kicks
all my n-ggas got dracos and kaydas with the banana clips
power life goals, plus i’m tryna flip a phantom whip
dope like the j-a-c-k-a, and i’m rich

[chorus: mistah f.a.b.]
first off, salute high to all my n-ggas that died
claim you a shooter, okay shooter, why you n-ggas ain’t slide?
i wanna send a shout out to all my brodies inside
locked down in the prison, keep your head up high
to all my n-ggas sheddin’ tears as they sit on they bunk
playin’ this on the tier for the k!llers and punks
if you blessed with a date, see you when you get home
if you got life, this is thug therapy for the soul

[verse 2: mozzy]
yeah, i know when the love real, i can feel it
feel my n-gga’s spirit, sh-t got me in my feelings
pull up to the churches just to check on auntie phyllis
she love the fact her nephew really went and got that million
bokey on me, we don’t post about it, we conceal it
carry port is stolen, but i bought it, i ain’t steal it
get familiar with the k!llers while it’s gucci
that’s when that bag double back back, b-tch, i’m bougie
when that bag double back back, b-tch, you bootsey
i need a pair of bardi’s, we gon’ thirty up the ruccis
filipin’ barbie, pull a ‘rari out her booty
calamari and sushi for the shooters who on duty
‘member all them trips we was takin’ in auntie hoopty?
hit the pen, turned the ski mask in, and sn-tched the coofy
i miss you, real n-gga, the streets’ll never forget you
my brother brother, paypal number’s never an issue
that’s word to mine

[verse 3: omb peezy]
i’m starvin’, ain’t had a meal in a minute
fifth time lookin’ in ‘frigerator, ain’t nothin’ in it
still wore my clothes from yesterday, then i c-cked back my semi
and hit the streets, i need to eat, so you can get robbed for a penny
i just can’t get right, a couple charges that’s pending
but i’d be d-mned if i let them crackers stop me from gettin’ it
but before i go out sad, i’d rather be sittin’
at least i’ll get three meals if i’m locked in a prison
i told myself i’d be done robbin’ on my last l!ck
but i can’t ask for help ’cause people be wantin’ they -ss kicked
grippin’ that plastic ’cause right now i’m on my d-ck
even if i get a couple dollars, it’s a hit
at night i pray to god every one of my n-ggas make it
ridin’ with that iron, ’cause my shine, they wanna take it
really from the mud, this sh-t too real for me to fake it
really from the mud, this sh-t too real for me to fake it, peezy

[verse 4: mistah f.a.b.]
yeah, they’ll never get over me
hear the voice and you know it’s me
at the function, you know we deep
she’ll never say no to me
thug tears my diary, but i’ll never be jodeci
i make the thugs shed tears off this project poetry
these n-ggas sayin’ that they thugs but they softer than flowetry
see i’m a player, not a thug, but the thugs adore g
this ain’t georgie porgie, nah man, this a different tune
daddy shootin’ hot, the fire from the lighter bit the spoon
how i’m supposed to survive winter when clothes meant for june?
mama gettin’ high so she sent me to a different room
mama on whitney, daddy on bobby
i wasn’t ‘posed to make it, my story was meant to doom
but this rose from the concrete had a different bloom
blast off like a rocket until i hit the moon
never take a bop to the house, we can get a room
i’m not them, i’m him we some different dudes

- mistah f a b lyrics

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