Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Really Mean It (Freestyle), artist - Solomon Childs.
Date of issue: 23.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Really Mean It (Freestyle) |
Uh-huh… yeah |
West Brighton, uh-huh, yeah |
My little sister wants Christian Diorre |
These faggots just sent my little cousin to war |
If poverty’s real, I ain’t crying for nothing |
My baby’s gotta eat, I ain’t dying for nothing |
And can blow a cathedral down, like George Benson |
And I know I just got here but I’m collecting my pension |
And I decided, to be the sacrifice |
But the sacrifice got heat |
And ain’t affraid, we gon' haress a hanging |
Somebody inform the first stage |
Double homicide, still mix haze |
With the so-so reefer, you should see the gun game |
Something pretty like Aaliyah |
Strong, like Fat Joe at the Fever |
Momma said she had dreams |
That they’ll be shootouts at my photo shoots |
Standing tall, saluting on top of my roofs |
Staten Island stand up, Valentine, federal niggas |
And ain’t no half stepping, my eyes burn the fire |
And gonna get this money til my life retire |
Snitch ass niggas in the hood |
You might as well be wearing a wire |
Menace II Society Part II, this the soundtrack |
Vengeance for the murder of my cousin King |
Fuck a rap deal, we spending money like it’s holiday time |
Two open cases and supreme court |
The Theodore, we wan’t all of New York |
Nigga, nigga, nigga… |
Yeah, Staten Island, huh |
Now Born, Killa Hill |
Stapletilz, Body Brighton |
Jungle Nilz, Southshore |
My motion picture… |