Soc

Cash flow

Kee Hill

I'm nasty with it
Past forgiven
And I can't do nothing but pass a nigga
Harassing bitches
We glad to get em'
But have to get it
The money
I give em' my ass to kiss
Naw my dick
Cause I don't want nobody asking shit
God forgive me
I'm harder when I get charged for shit
The artisan
The wizard of oz
And alchemist
The son of God
A seed of Occasion
And I don't spit nothing but balls of flame
Call me lame
But broke you can't
I don't make money
I really create it
And I tell my son he's really amazing
Cause it's the truth and he gone be my greater
Now I got some problems
Cause I just wanna be a better father
I hope my son have a lot of daughters
And then daughters have a lot of sons
A lot of business and a lot of guns
Tell em be patient with black sheep
And tell the addicts be an athlete
That it ain't nothing they can't do
They both equal to and greater than ops

I used to think they ain't know
But that's just how the game goes
We would trap cause we were poor
But we ain't know we were criminals
Went from stealing out the stores
Only eleven years old
Fifteen selling dope
But we ain't know we were criminals
I used to think they ain't know
But that's just how the game goes
We would trap cause we were poor
But we ain't know we were criminals
Went from stealing out the stores
Only eleven years old
Fifteen selling dope
But we ain't know we were criminals

Stupid hoes can't save em
Can't unite cause nighas hate
We're the type that'll slay
Our brothers keeper on a daily
They keep telling us to change direction
We don't know which way we're headed
Followed peace with all man
Still the feeling ain't reciprocated
I used to think they ain't know
But that's just how the game goes
They put war on the drugs and
Took our fathers from us, so
How you thought it would be
The only heroes like me
The rappers, the trappers and scammers
Guess they want us broke and be passive
Complacent, distracted
A white man just asked me
What I wanted as a black man
I told him none but my own land
Fuck republicans and democrats
I'm still going have to sell crack
If it'sa sin
Imma Hell cat
I'll take a charge cause in a damn man

I used to think they ain't know
But that's just how the game goes
We would trap cause we were poor
But we ain't know we were criminals
Went from stealing out the stores
Only eleven years old
Fifteen selling dope
But we ain't know we were criminals
I used to think they ain't know
But that's just how the game goes
We would trap cause we were poor
But we ain't know we were criminals
Went from stealing out the stores
Only eleven years old
Fifteen selling dope
But we ain't know we were criminals



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Writer(s): Keondrez Hill
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