| Deez lil' niggaz is crazy
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| This is our future? |
| It’s about the children man
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| Damn! |
| Aiyyo P (I pray to God for the kids man)
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| No doubt man, f’real (wherever they at)
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| Real talk (it's real out here)
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| (Children) in the hood seem to die at a young age
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| Wakes and funerals’ll make it feel like a Sunday
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| All they talk about, is money and gunplay
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| Only light they gettin is the one from the sun rays
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| (Children) no light bulb bright idea
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| Shame when «kill that nigga"is the right idea
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| Like a nigga lose his life, every night out here
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| Kinda hot, but they talk about ice out here
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| (Children) — is all some ill shit
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| 12 to 19 all ready to kill shit
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| All of 'em is numb, don’t none of 'em feel shit
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| It’s just like a war zone, that’s on some real shit
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| (Children) Homey, this is O.G. |
| talk
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| Blow O.G. |
| kush, for O.G. |
| cough
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| In the low-key V, shakin police off
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| Don’t engage wit’cha enemy, you know he soft — whattup?
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| (Children) is all missing the roof over 'em
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| Lil' niggaz is hard, they don’t know how to school 'em
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| They know how a sucka or a herb or a fool look
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| Know how a crack pack dope or the tool look
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| (Children) Yeah, the shit is real out here
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| Swear blood is like oil how it spill out here
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| If you ain’t from out here then don’t chill out here
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| The 9 mill', might pop your grill out here, yeah
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| Some days I might thank, God I don’t have no (children)
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| To struggle this hard and it’s a hassle (children)
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| Gotta teach 'em how to survive and win (children)
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| The whole future of the world depends on (children)
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| So I talk wise and speak clearly (children)
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| But still sometimes they don’t hear me (children)
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| But when I open my heart I catch feelings (children)
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| Cause the kids need hope, they need healing (children)
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| THE CHILDREN
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| (Children) and the birds play video games
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| Imitate whack rappers and the video dames
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| PlayStation, X-Box, laptop, desktop (dang)
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| I be askin myself, when will the mess stop?
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| (Children) Snotty lil' niggaz is too rude
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| All I know is cooler than YouTube, it’s makin it easy
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| With nothin realistic you can see on the TV (NOTHIN)
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| But they call this reality show (yeah?)
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| (Children) It’s time to, make um grasses grow
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| They’ll — make 'em lazy, it’s so crazy
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| Me I stay hazy, always keep a Dutch steamed
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| Cause they even’t makin no buttons, it’s just a touch screen
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| (Children) And they don’t talk, they text
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| L-O-L, W-T-F
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| And I be like damn what the fuck is next?
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| Cause Mr. Illuminati seem to cut them checks, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Children , by - Styles P. Song from the album Master Of Ceremonies, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп