Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Raised A Fool, artist - Kembe X.
Date of issue: 04.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Raised A Fool |
Feels good to be alive, don’t it? |
I’d rather die than work a nine to five |
Put this on my gravestone that there’s no one realer |
Put that on my mama, I’ma go in with my chin up, grinnin' |
Yeah, I’m a go-getter, a smooth killer |
Yeah, I do what it do |
Ayy, yo, pops, you done raised a fool, you done raised a fool |
My whole family love the earth, we came from the dirt |
Where the raisins burn, best thing they can do is stay alert, uh |
Daddy used to push a Caddy off of pushing work |
I’m like why you tell this story while we on the way to church? |
Uh |
Dad went up in smoke, shit, his daddy name was Blunt |
Got hooked on the stones, rehabbed for a month |
By the time that I was 5, my mama was traumatized |
'Cause her husband ballin' but he don’t be showin' up |
Probably where I got my affinity for the trinity |
A love triangle, experimenting with chemistry |
I’ma need both, boy, fuck it, surrendering |
Want a queen for each side, I just love the symmetry |
When I drop my tape, people gon' go ape |
Keep that ho up on repeat like, «Where the fuck is the B side?» |
Feel like I’m fishin', I’m killin' niggas with each line |
I be usin' all three eyes so I see fine |
Yeah, I’m a go-getter, a smooth killer |
Yeah, I do what it do |
Ayy, yo, pops, you done raised a fool, you done raised a fool |
I come from a place, got no choice, you gotta stand up |
When shit get real on the field, you better man up |
No time for no two-three zone, walk slow, think fast, hit hard |
Shout out to my goons on them yards goin' hard |
My OG’s talk, I listen, my young rattlesnakes with strong ass venom |
When they talk, I listen |
'Cause back then, I was doin' the same shit, champ |
Really wasn’t nothin' different, now listen |
Me and my clique were small as a grain of salt |
Wonder how we all became close brothers, because we fought |
We never let no pussy lips come between the covenent |
Now we goin' hamburger and all the bitches lovin' it |
Might go to Hamburg, Germany for the fuck of it |
Spend a couple hundred thousand dollars on some other shit |
Then ride the money train back home |
My pops raised a fool, that’s why I relive him all through my songs, woo |
Feels good to be alive, don’t it? |
I’d rather die than work a nine to five |
Put this on my gravestone that there’s no one realer |
Put that on my mama, I’ma go in with my chin up, grinnin' |
Yeah, I’m a go-getter, a smooth killer |
Yeah, I do what it do |
Ayy, yo, pops, you done raised a fool, you done raised a fool |
Ayy, look |
What’s your life about? |
Enlighten me |
Is you gon' live on your knees or die on your feet? |
Stand up and face the music or run and meet your defeat? |
I am to the microphone what the sun is to heat (Hot) |
Hence all the fans you see wavin' at me |
All of the debatin', all of the scrapes masturbatin' to me |
That’s why they buy a ticket to pay attention to me |
I’m making cents making sense, bitch, life is but a dream |
Smooth criminal, sexy like Mike on Thriller album (Soulo) |
Everything I do is intentional, listen |
We feel a threat, we don’t fret, we just send 'em at 'em |
Yeah, like God did in Genesis, nigga (Get it?) |
I couldn’t triumph until I stopped trying (Hey) |
I couldn’t be top tier until I stopped cryin' |
My mama is an angel, my pop was shot in the head and |
That’s why I’m brain dead and promised a spot in heaven, and it… |
Feels good to be alive, don’t it? |
(Soul) |
I’d rather die than work a nine to five |
Put this on my gravestone that there’s no one realer |
Put that on my mama, I’ma go in with my chin up, grinnin' |
Yeah, I’m a go-getter, a smooth killer |
Yeah, I do what it do |
Ayy, yo, pops, you done raised a fool, you done raised a fool |
Feels good to be alive, don’t it? |
I’d rather die than work a nine to five |
Put this on my gravestone that there’s no one realer |
Put that on my mama, I’ma go in with my chin up, grinnin' |
Yeah, I’m a go-getter, a smooth killer |
Yeah, I do what it do |
Ayy, yo, pops, you done raised a fool, you done raised a fool |