Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Part III, artist - Isaiah Rashad. Album song Welcome To The Game, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.12.2014
Record label: Suburban Ent
Song language: English
Part III |
| My momma see my page, said baby you a winner |
| Now at this tender age, Lord knows that I’m finna |
| I’m dealing with this rage, and abortions got me pent up |
| We could all die tonight, Lord knows that I’m |
| Look, Lord forgive me for all my bad decisions |
| My pot of gold was never hidden underground, it was packed in a bowl |
| With a woman by my side, couple snacks from the store |
| Perfecting every line, shit was left from the floor |
| My momma tell me «Get a job,» but employment ain’t employing us |
| Not with my record, right stage exit |
| Momma, I’m a king, but they pay me peasant |
| He tell me that I’m fired and he say it so pleasant |
| The hood under fire, local news not present |
| They focused on Trayvon, and they focused on the President |
| I guess it’s unimportant in my residence |
| See they never say they love you in the present tense |
| I think I’m quitting school, I’mma be in debt |
| And work fast food, shit I’m sorry I ain’t made it yet |
| I try to, I try to talk 'bout my problems, but that shit don’t ever… |
| Don’t never fucking come out right… don’t never fucking… |
| Don’t never fucking come out right when I try to |
| Ay, was suicide from the top of the swing set |
| Maybe I could fly but I ain’t got my wings yet |
| They tell me, «Get a job, nigga grow up, the bills still piled |
| They don’t care if you don’t blow up, you dropping out of college, huh |
| You unemployed so I know you spitting polished, huh |
| You the first born, how you still your momma problem child? |
| Britney was a bitch, she always said that you was selfish |
| So go and buy your bitch, that’s how you do it when you wealthy» |
| Oh, chlamydiae, I thought you said that you was healthy |
| I’m tryna make it big, God, they said that you would help me |
| Say it so selfless yet pray it so selfish |
| I’m scared to go to Hell, smoke it to the piece |
| Piece landed me in jail, movies with a bitch |
| Bitch pregnant as hell, I was happier in jail |
| Devil on my shoulders, tell me no, I shouldn’t get it |
| I probably made a baby off in that Honda Civic |
| After I dropped my baby off in that Honda Civic |
| I probably should repeat it, I know you didn’t get it |