Pusha T, The-Dream - 40 Acres lyrics
[Pusha T, The-Dream - 40 Acres lyrics]
Trouble world, trouble child
Trouble times destroyed my smile
No change of heart, no change of mind
You can take what's yours but
You gon' leave what's mine
I'd rather die, than go home
I'd rather die, than go home
And I ain't leaving without my 40 acres
Unpolished, unapologetic
This cocaine cowboy pushed it to the limit
You thought Tony in that cell
Would've made us timid
We found his old cell, bitch
We searchin' through the digit's
Anything Spanish, got me speaking Spanglish
Money's universal, that's the only language
The dream ain't die, only some real niggas
We was born to mothers who
Couldn't deal with us
Left by fathers who wouldn't build with us
I had both mine home, let's keep it real
Niggas my better half chose the better path
Applaud him
Younger brother me a spoiled child
I fought him i heard that the Devil's
New playground is boredom
The California top just falls
Back like autumn
And they say I'm on the verge of winning
I claim victory when Malice on
The verge of sinning old habit's die hard
That rainy day bag buried in the backyard
It's heaven for a hustler, no graveyards
'Cause stand-up niggas don't lie on no floors
Much rather burn us, ashes to ashes
Mix us with the powder, sell us to the masses
We gon' keep it tight, rip it off the plastic
Now you celebrate, motherfuckers
Raise your glasses push
Trouble world, trouble child
Trouble times destroyed my smile
No change of heart, no change of mind
You can take what's yours but
You gon' leave what's mine
I'd rather die, than go home
I'd rather die, than go home
And I ain't leaving without my 40 acres
Unpolished, unapologetic
Might have broke a heart or two
But gave an honest effort
My nonchalant attitude is always 'F it'
Thirty-five years of marriage and
My momma left it
You shouldn't question if you ever
Stood a chance with him
The better question is
Did you enjoy the dance with him?
(Yughh) I'll probably never pull
You chair out, bitch
You know this money grew your hair out
Switch all that shit I bought you wear out
Rich, and I'm the only one I care about
Place none above me, God don't like ugly
Hate me or love me, only He can judge me
Unpolished, unapologetic
Big willie with the blow, niggas, I am legend
School of hard knock, I attended
Selling hard rock, fuck who I offended
I was a goner, punished by karma
Called him tar baby
Now he’s transcending genres
The 911 came with the ass shots
A toothless crackhead was the mascot
The owner of the key to that padlock
I’m Jordan versus Cavs for the last shot
I need all mine, reparations
We growin' poppy seeds on my 40 acres push!
Trouble world, trouble child
Trouble times destroyed my smile
No change of heart, no change of mind
You can take what's yours but
You gon' leave what's mine
I'd rather die, than go home
I'd rather die, than go home
And I ain't leaving without my 40 acres
Trouble times destroyed my smile
No change of heart, no change of mind
You can take what's yours but
You gon' leave what's mine
I'd rather die, than go home
I'd rather die, than go home
And I ain't leaving without my 40 acres
Unpolished, unapologetic
This cocaine cowboy pushed it to the limit
You thought Tony in that cell
Would've made us timid
We found his old cell, bitch
We searchin' through the digit's
Anything Spanish, got me speaking Spanglish
Money's universal, that's the only language
The dream ain't die, only some real niggas
We was born to mothers who
Couldn't deal with us
Left by fathers who wouldn't build with us
I had both mine home, let's keep it real
Niggas my better half chose the better path
Applaud him
Younger brother me a spoiled child
I fought him i heard that the Devil's
New playground is boredom
The California top just falls
Back like autumn
And they say I'm on the verge of winning
I claim victory when Malice on
The verge of sinning old habit's die hard
That rainy day bag buried in the backyard
It's heaven for a hustler, no graveyards
'Cause stand-up niggas don't lie on no floors
Much rather burn us, ashes to ashes
Mix us with the powder, sell us to the masses
We gon' keep it tight, rip it off the plastic
Now you celebrate, motherfuckers
Raise your glasses push
Trouble world, trouble child
Trouble times destroyed my smile
No change of heart, no change of mind
You can take what's yours but
You gon' leave what's mine
I'd rather die, than go home
I'd rather die, than go home
And I ain't leaving without my 40 acres
Unpolished, unapologetic
Might have broke a heart or two
But gave an honest effort
My nonchalant attitude is always 'F it'
Thirty-five years of marriage and
My momma left it
You shouldn't question if you ever
Stood a chance with him
The better question is
Did you enjoy the dance with him?
(Yughh) I'll probably never pull
You chair out, bitch
You know this money grew your hair out
Switch all that shit I bought you wear out
Rich, and I'm the only one I care about
Place none above me, God don't like ugly
Hate me or love me, only He can judge me
Unpolished, unapologetic
Big willie with the blow, niggas, I am legend
School of hard knock, I attended
Selling hard rock, fuck who I offended
I was a goner, punished by karma
Called him tar baby
Now he’s transcending genres
The 911 came with the ass shots
A toothless crackhead was the mascot
The owner of the key to that padlock
I’m Jordan versus Cavs for the last shot
I need all mine, reparations
We growin' poppy seeds on my 40 acres push!
Trouble world, trouble child
Trouble times destroyed my smile
No change of heart, no change of mind
You can take what's yours but
You gon' leave what's mine
I'd rather die, than go home
I'd rather die, than go home
And I ain't leaving without my 40 acres
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