Common Sense
Common sense, it ain't so common, we gon' die about our honor
Ain't no snitchin' to your honor, I gotta make it for my mama
So you best approach me proper, on my side I keep that chopper
I got the sauce, just like some pasta, uh
Common sense gone tell that you ain't gone make it
A thousand people want that crown how you gone take it
And all them curses in your family, you gon' break it
We shootin' from the same line, but your ball is weighted
They love you when you down in a position they have power over
I pray to God for overflow, my cup gon' runneth over
The Holy Spirit got me high and I won't never sober
It's forever up and always stuck, the chase is never over
They be livin' for themselves, but I got mouths to feed
So when I say I ain't gon' stop, that's what I really mean
Said I'm finessin' to my dreams, feelin' like Hakeem
I ain't gon' let em off the hook, I ain't Abdul Kareem
I'm tryna tell em' about the lord, but they don't wanna listen
One day he comin' back and everyone gon' witness
I know the devil want our souls, we all on his hit list
You gotta get the greatest gift and it won't come from Christmas
Common sense, it ain't so common, we gon' die about our honor
Ain't no snitchin' to your honor, I gotta make it for my mama
So you best approach me proper, on my side I keep that chopper
I got the sauce, just like some pasta, uh
Ain't no snitchin' to your honor, I gotta make it for my mama
So you best approach me proper, on my side I keep that chopper
I got the sauce, just like some pasta, uh
Common sense gone tell that you ain't gone make it
A thousand people want that crown how you gone take it
And all them curses in your family, you gon' break it
We shootin' from the same line, but your ball is weighted
They love you when you down in a position they have power over
I pray to God for overflow, my cup gon' runneth over
The Holy Spirit got me high and I won't never sober
It's forever up and always stuck, the chase is never over
They be livin' for themselves, but I got mouths to feed
So when I say I ain't gon' stop, that's what I really mean
Said I'm finessin' to my dreams, feelin' like Hakeem
I ain't gon' let em off the hook, I ain't Abdul Kareem
I'm tryna tell em' about the lord, but they don't wanna listen
One day he comin' back and everyone gon' witness
I know the devil want our souls, we all on his hit list
You gotta get the greatest gift and it won't come from Christmas
Common sense, it ain't so common, we gon' die about our honor
Ain't no snitchin' to your honor, I gotta make it for my mama
So you best approach me proper, on my side I keep that chopper
I got the sauce, just like some pasta, uh
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Writer(s): Eli M Lubamba
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