| JID
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| My Grandpoppa was a share croppa
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| My Father’s Step-Father actually
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| Only Granddad I knew because my Pops real Father had passed so recently he been
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| digging deeper in our family lineage
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| Tryna see where we get our name and looks from
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| His Mother’s only son, he got a bunch of sisters
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| And my Granny had *static* ten children ahh
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| Not a hoe but rather promiscuous
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| She ain’t a hoe though, said we can go though
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| What you say about my Grandmomma? |
| like hold up, anyways you get the jist of the
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| statement a woman changes, but a man’s name never changes
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| We just digging into the roots and skipping over the branches to get to the
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| truth of the strange fruit
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| In the midst of that we just dropped the roof and then exchange flows with your
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| boo
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| Blasé blah whoopty whoop
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| Hazard lights, in a random funeral line
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| Cuz' I don’t really know who died, I’m just really that lonely
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| Best believe at funeral I’mma cry for the homie
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| All dramatic and loud, pouring alcohol loud
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| Addiction got me at my momma house, dragging a couch
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| To the cavern where the dragons hang out
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| Somewhere along the line I lost it
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| My last drip drop of the conscious
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| And my dreams too
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| And my mind is the sharpest
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| My face is confused because you talking and talking while I’m just staying
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| aloof (uh huh)
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| If you niggas caught reality, it’s really the truth
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| And then a bigfoot nigga turn the cherry to juice
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| Never embarrassed by nothing, quite the contrary my dude
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| I stopped giving a fuck when I started rapping up
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| Clockwork, the way my cock work
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| A fine tuned machine, nah mean, nah mean, nah mean |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song God's Pocket, artist - Spillage Village. Album song Bears Like This, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп