Real Bad Man, Pink Siifu, Maxo - Tell lyrics
[Real Bad Man, Pink Siifu, Maxo - Tell lyrics]
I flip my lucky nickel in the pond
Send the wish to the god
Every time I piece my hands
I just pray for tomorrow
I often wonder why the cycle really
Stuck in our hearts
As a black man I be tryna break so far
From all the shit that got a hold on my soul
Ay on my soul, too many came before me that
Ain't lived to see
The glory so we here to write the story
This for all my lifers who ain't
Get to learn early, or, dead by thirty
Now they mommas sick and worried
Every time they babies step out in a hurry
(uh) but he ain't nervous 'cause he
Clutchin' on the thirty
Like in older brother victim of the cycle
He forget to learn from it
Now he loadin' up the rifle
Smile when he load the drum
Same night he was dead by 21
Ay, I guess you live and then you learn
Stress over a smile again feel like hands
Tied over my head
And the time read it all then again
Know the day shit
We was runnin' far as we can
Through the street where, name written in
Sign little kid, all of this shit from afar
Playin' in again
Crash and burn the whole system for my
We tryin', poppa said talk with your chest
God body fittin' large scale
My sellin never buyin' a dream
I ain't lyin', know it seems slow, t
That's how the hands chose
It was written to breathe
Sold out of the fire
Got me stuck on my knees
Pray, hard to tell from the
Bleachers how the field play
Hustle still for my in the blue laces
Fell in second chances, tats on they faces
Guardian angels when the time ready
How I know if you never tell me what I do
Soul speaking' though, me to you
With my dawgs like gold under the shoes
Stuck with 'em like the gum do
Don't stress stay on your one-two
We on the one (one)
We on the one (one) one, on the one
Under the sun, this shit's sun one, one
Send the wish to the god
Every time I piece my hands
I just pray for tomorrow
I often wonder why the cycle really
Stuck in our hearts
As a black man I be tryna break so far
From all the shit that got a hold on my soul
Ay on my soul, too many came before me that
Ain't lived to see
The glory so we here to write the story
This for all my lifers who ain't
Get to learn early, or, dead by thirty
Now they mommas sick and worried
Every time they babies step out in a hurry
(uh) but he ain't nervous 'cause he
Clutchin' on the thirty
Like in older brother victim of the cycle
He forget to learn from it
Now he loadin' up the rifle
Smile when he load the drum
Same night he was dead by 21
Ay, I guess you live and then you learn
Stress over a smile again feel like hands
Tied over my head
And the time read it all then again
Know the day shit
We was runnin' far as we can
Through the street where, name written in
Sign little kid, all of this shit from afar
Playin' in again
Crash and burn the whole system for my
We tryin', poppa said talk with your chest
God body fittin' large scale
My sellin never buyin' a dream
I ain't lyin', know it seems slow, t
That's how the hands chose
It was written to breathe
Sold out of the fire
Got me stuck on my knees
Pray, hard to tell from the
Bleachers how the field play
Hustle still for my in the blue laces
Fell in second chances, tats on they faces
Guardian angels when the time ready
How I know if you never tell me what I do
Soul speaking' though, me to you
With my dawgs like gold under the shoes
Stuck with 'em like the gum do
Don't stress stay on your one-two
We on the one (one)
We on the one (one) one, on the one
Under the sun, this shit's sun one, one