Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song And So It Was Written, artist - G-Mo Skee. Album song My Filthy Spirit Bomb, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.12.2016
Record label: Majik Ninja Entertainment
Song language: English
And So It Was Written |
It all started in Hilltop my momma got a call, from the drug program that she |
was involved |
Suddenly she got mad and tossed her phone, then a van showed up and took us all |
to foster homes |
CPS stepped in and kept us for a couple weeks, I went to school and they |
treated me like a fucking freak |
When momma got us back who woulda known the plot would thicken, we got evicted |
packed our shit up and headed off to Richmond |
That’s where my quest began, at my grandpa’s crib they smoked so much crank I |
caught second hand |
I use to get jumped one time I got decked and ran, I saw the D boy stomping out |
a naked man |
House hold ?2−1? |
fiends left the food gone, the bathroom was filthy I showered |
with my shoes on |
I said to myself no matter where my destiny might fall, I will never fucking be |
like ya’ll |
Dirt poor on the floor with the spots of bacteria, no bed just a cot made of |
cotton material |
On a steady diet of top ramen and cereal but when Summer time came schools |
brought us a miracle |
Because we got the free lunches, the shit was fucking scrumptious it felt good |
to have something different in our stomachs |
Eleven years old I was twisted and corrupted, With no respect for my elders or |
the general public |
Let’s take them back |
Let’s turn the page back |
Back before a nigga became of age back when I was writing filthy sixth grade |
raps (And so it was written) |
Young G-Mo set off on his quest so he can put his fucking balls to the test |
(Now listen to me ya’ll) |
I’m talking way back, back before rappers became J Cats and started driving |
them gay ass Maybachs |
Young G-Mo set off on his quest so he can put his fucking balls to the test |
(And that’s some real shit) |
I’ve been through the fire, I was a stupid minor, ran the streets with my fam |
went to school with? |
rider/writers? |
The middle had me feeling like a true survivor, a kid showed up strapped to |
kill a supervisor |
A week prior my Cuz came home from Richmond high, with cuts on her face, |
both arms, tits, and thighs |
They carved gang signs on her flesh with kitchen knives, banged on her and told |
her she could snitch and die |
I couldn’t tell you what any of that feels like, I was a pipsqueak I would |
smoke weed and steal bikes |
But all I ever wanted to do was kill mics, back when I was twelve I had my |
first real fight |
This kid Doodie try to play me soft, popping shit and I never like the way he |
talked |
So I told that nigga to meet me behind Cesar Chavez, I gave his ass the Wombo |
Combo and he dropped dead |
Let’s take them back |
Everything you know, erase that let me start from scratch, paint a picture of |
my life and display that (And so it was written) |
Young G-Mo set off on his quest so he can put his fucking balls to the test |
(Now listen to me ya’ll) |
I’m talking way back, before I had the beanie and the wave cap, licked the ball |
sack, before I made that (And so it was written) |
Young G-Mo set off on his quest so he can put his fucking balls to the test |
(And that’s some real shit) |
Yeah, so that’s how G-Mo Skee was made, all the violence, the filthy dope |
fiends and pain |
Came from the gutter, government cheese and grains, now I’m spitting it until |
my whole team is paid |
This ain’t a sob story, this is guts and glory, fuck the higher ups y’all ain’t |
got nothing for me |
I’m just a young nigga trying to get a meal ticket, but these suit and ties |
keep hatin' like some real bitches |
Speaking of which, if you think you can just stand in my way and stop me from |
feeding my nieces and shit |
You might as well jump 100 feet from a cliff, because you don’t want beef when |
my peeps in the Rich, NIGGA |