| Trouble world, trouble child
|
| Trouble times destroyed my smile
|
| No change of heart, no change of mind
|
| You can take what’s yours
|
| But you gon' leave what’s mine
|
| I’d rather die, than go home
|
| I’d rather die, than go home
|
| And I ain’t leaving without my 40 acres
|
| Unpolished, unapologetic
|
| This cocaine cowboy pushed it to the limit
|
| You thought Tony in that cell would’ve made us timid
|
| We found his old cell, bitch, we searchin' through the digits
|
| Anything Spanish, got me speaking Spanglish
|
| Money is universal, that’s the only language
|
| The dream ain’t die, only some real niggas
|
| We was born to mothers who couldn’t deal with us
|
| Left by fathers who wouldn’t build with us
|
| I had both mine home, let’s keep it real niggas
|
| My better half chose the better path, applaude him
|
| Younger brother me a spoiled child, I fought him
|
| I heard that the Devil’s new playground is boredom
|
| The California top just falls back like autumn
|
| And they say I’m on the verge of winning
|
| I claim victory when Malice on the verge of sinning
|
| Old habits die hard, that rainy day bag buried in the backyard
|
| It’s heaven for a hustler, no graveyards
|
| Cause stand up niggas don’t lay on no floors
|
| Much rather burns us, ashes to ashes
|
| Mix us with the powder, sell us to the masses
|
| We gon' keep it tight, rip it out the plastic
|
| Now you celebrate motherfuckers raise your glasses
|
| Push…
|
| Unpolished, unapologetic
|
| Might have broke a heart or two but gave an honest effort
|
| My nonchalant attitude is always fuck it
|
| 35 years of marriage and my momma left it
|
| You shouldn’t question if you ever stood a chance with him
|
| The better question is did you enjoy the dance with him
|
| (Yughh!) I’ll probably never pull you chair out, bitch
|
| You know this money grew your hair out
|
| All that shit I bought you wear out
|
| Rich, and I’m the only one I care about
|
| Place none above me, God don’t like ugly
|
| Hate me or love me, only he can judge me
|
| Unpolished, unapologetic
|
| Big willie with the blow, niggas, I am legend
|
| School of hard knock, I attended
|
| Selling hard rock, fuck who I offended
|
| I was a goner, punished by karma
|
| Called him tar baby now he’s transcending genres
|
| The 911 king with the ass shots
|
| A toothless crackhead was the mascot
|
| The owner of the key to that padlock
|
| I’m Jordan vs Cavs for the last shot
|
| I need all mine, reparations
|
| We growin' poppy seeds on my 40 acres |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 40 Acres , by - Pusha T. Song from the album My Name Is My Name, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп