Where Kids Live

Making jams for her cherry
We dripping with eyes
Know our souls been weary
The coating on pills
Make my cuz skin heavy
He get for the bitches so
Fuck with henny
That faya dime piece
Inspire crime sprees
Unloading at the bank
Make entire lines freeze
He buzzing from the cat
For something for the cat
I love him when her scratch
A dozen penny sacks
Above and in the flats
Our loving rarely last
Uncovering heavy facts
I walk around with spirits
That talk about a business
They asking where the kids is
They asking where the kids live
We gotta slaughter goats
To honour all the quotes
Im calling from the ropes
Was hanging in the ring
Im clawing up the slopes
A fucking man thing
We singing in the hills
He bringing up his kills

Niggas know that k
Be lip hip hop hooray
Growing everyday
Keep my dick on you bae
Smoking through a whole phase
Dealing with my damn teens
Going Through a wall... face
Dripping to my genes
Living with this heaviness
Feel it on my chest
A man gotta make racks
Furnishing the heads
Of all our boy kids
Like they gotta make homes
They were never right
Taking pages to throats

I'm on the prime time line
My children finna fine dine

Summoned at 9 past nine
Come in and finish my wine

Baby got news i anchor
Drip through i lose my anger

Playing the blues i thank her
She giving me clues i spank her

Pull up with boots like santa
She up my bag i stand her

Told her its gonna rein deer
My people making change here

Licks in the house I climb it
Not fixing the spouse im fine bitch

Lie to the girl I lie with
I'm counting but i cant sine shit



Credits
Writer(s): Kananelo Hlapane
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