Jim Jones, Harry Fraud, Dave East, Trav - Aunt Viola lyrics

Uh one two, one two
(La música de Harry Fraud)

My Aunt Vi said
"There's a bit of Christ in all of us"
(Amen) she also said
"There's a time that Christ is
Gon' call on us" (Pray for us)
I figure 'til that time come
We gon' live life and ball it up
My man said, "Lemme hold somethin', " drop
It on the floor, ball it up, yeah
Raid came, we flushed so much coke
We clog ya toilet up (Flush)
When grandma died, damn, I
Had turned to alcoholic, but
(I miss you, mama)
Slowly but surely, I found my way back
(Facts) like that time I lost a key
I had to bounce my way back
I'm talkin' twenty-eight 28's
I had to ounce my way back
(What you know 'bout that?)
Shit, ten grams of powder
I made an ounce of straight crack
(A lot of baking soda)
I know you probably sayin' thеse
War stories are rеpetitious
(But they're the truth)
But never forget that my intellect is vicious
I sat on cigarettes in the ocean
Just to intercept the fishes (Facts)
Love my niggas way too much to go
And spend my check on bitches
Melly lifted his shirt and then he
Showed me his exit stitches
(I miss you, nigga)
When you get married to the game
They never give you no wedding pictures
(Woo) so when I'm reflectin' my past
It's only to better your future
(You hear that?)
Versace all black and the back
The head of Medusa (Drippin')
I love shoppin' at Saks
But the prices is better with boosters (Woo)
We was up at the crack of dawn
But we ain't hear no echoin' roosters
I make a brick have a baby
Like the doctor just induced her (Uh, huh)
Shit, it's bad enough on the block with the
Opps and the cops that'll shoot ya
(Boom, boom, boom) i'm out of breath
I can't breathe like a knee is on my neck
Mothafucka, what the B's? Uh

Faceshot left 'em on the pavement
They should've told the young boy to pay
Mmm, we gon' pay his bills for his mama cable
You must ain't read the Bible
What Cain did to Abel
Out here in the jungle where
No one can save you
You gon' wait your turn or
You gon' turn the tables
A made nigga, ain't nobody made you
(Nobody made you)
A hood nigga, I'm forever grateful
(Forever grateful)

Headshot, make it sad to mention
A hundred grams behind Manhattan Center
We sendin' hit's while niggas havin' dinner
Only stamp the niggas that
Be actually with us high off dope
The cameras help me back the Benz up
Thirty thousand dollars in a grocery bag
Look at niggas' faces and I know they mad
I was in the field without no shoulder pads
My plug out in Utah, had the Jazz
Called 'em Ostertag
When they double team you
You supposed to pass
A hundred plates in the rental
I'm on my way to Baltimore
I don't trust these niggas
Not one of 'em have I saw before
Mami said she wish that I would call her more
Mazza did the Audemars
They ain't put in no pain
What the fuck did you call 'em for?
Trapped in the projects, yeah
We all was bored
Lookin' for somethin' that we
Could all afford
They grab you, why you talkin' for?
Champagne poppin' like it's New Year's
Youngins wildin' out 'cause it's really
Nothin' to do here
Press you, nigga, you new here

Faceshot left 'em on the pavement
They should've told the young boy to pay
Mmm, we gon' pay his bills for his mama cable
You must ain't read the Bible
What Cain did to Abel
Out here in the jungle where
No one can save you
You gon' wait your turn or
You gon' turn the tables
A made nigga, ain't nobody made you
(Nobody made you)
A hood nigga, I'm forever grateful
(Forever grateful)