Santa Clause aint real
Tooth fairy what's the deal
Im loosing sight on what's really important
My mind is so distorted
Traveling through space and time
Aliens is you and I
Eye see through your facade
Ha Ha
Nice try
Think you a nice guy
Come from a happy home
Water always staying on
Got cable, TV, dinner
Toys and new action figures
The love never ever missing
Game nights and memories
Uncle, cousin, sister, please
Come and hug me
Come and touch me
Daddy pretty please
Come and hug me
Mommy mommy mommy
Pretty please
Come and hug me
Come and love me
Give me your affection
Its all I need
I envy the warmness of your stable community
Your family tree is what I aspire mine to be
You mistaken me for that other nigga down the street
His daddy banging
His momma, she really glad to meet
Any man that can cook and clean
Protection is all she need
But you see that it's quite a scheme
They only want that juicy
In between the sheets
And that loosy goosey
That's super wet when she on her knees
Section 80 household
Keep ya mouth closed
Don't tell the other kids
That we might have to be foreclosed
Cripping like his father do
Only wear the color blue
If a nigga yell Suwoo
He turn them black and blue
Pain in his momma's eyes
A man always make her cry
Every time a nigga walk out the door
You hear her crying, screaming
And all the children saying
And all the angels saying
God given
Devil spending
Overtime
Pushing blocks
Punching clocks
Pushing nines
Tick tock
Overtime
Open up pandora's box
Art school of hard knocks
Paint the picture
As the liquor
Hits ya system
Tell me quickly
What's ya vision
Cause I aint wit the politicking
My pockets itching for better days
As the spirit of Issac Hayes
And Quincy Jones
Reigns on
And the fat lady from Decatur
Sing the same ole song
Golden Child
Chosen one
Mortal man
Mother's son
Martin Luther
King Kunta
Huey Newton
Open season
Ducks in a row
Ready to hunt
You been set up
By ya own people's
Fienin' just for a lil come up
Because the blacker the berry
The sweeter the juice
Wicked family ties don't be fooled
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Santa Clause aint real
Tooth fairy what's the deal
Im loosing sight on what's really important
My mind is so distorted
Traveling through space and time
Aliens is you and I
Eye see through your facade
Ha Ha
Nice try
Think you a nice guy
Come from a happy home
Water always staying on
Got cable, TV, dinner
Toys and new action figures
The love never ever missing
Game nights and memories
Uncle, cousin, sister, please
Come and hug me
Come and touch me
Daddy pretty please
Come and hug me
Mommy mommy mommy
Pretty please
Come and hug me
Come and love me
Give me your affection
Its all I need
I envy the warmness of your stable community
Your family tree is what I aspire mine to be
You mistaken me for that other nigga down the street
His daddy banging
His momma, she really glad to meet
Any man that can cook and clean
Protection is all she need
But you see that it's quite a scheme
They only want that juicy
In between the sheets
And that loosy goosey
That's super wet when she on her knees
Section 80 household
Keep ya mouth closed
Don't tell the other kids
That we might have to be foreclosed
Cripping like his father do
Only wear the color blue
If a nigga yell Suwoo
He turn them black and blue
Pain in his momma's eyes
A man always make her cry
Every time a nigga walk out the door
You hear her crying, screaming
And all the children saying
And all the angels saying
God given
Devil spending
Overtime
Pushing blocks
Punching clocks
Pushing nines
Tick tock
Overtime
Open up pandora's box
Art school of hard knocks
Paint the picture
As the liquor
Hits ya system
Tell me quickly
What's ya vision
Cause I aint wit the politicking
My pockets itching for better days
As the spirit of Issac Hayes
And Quincy Jones
Reigns on
And the fat lady from Decatur
Sing the same ole song
Golden Child
Chosen one
Mortal man
Mother's son
Martin Luther
King Kunta
Huey Newton
Open season
Ducks in a row
Ready to hunt
You been set up
By ya own people's
Fienin' just for a lil come up
Because the blacker the berry
The sweeter the juice
Wicked family ties don't be fooled
Tooth fairy what's the deal
Im loosing sight on what's really important
My mind is so distorted
Traveling through space and time
Aliens is you and I
Eye see through your facade
Ha Ha
Nice try
Think you a nice guy
Come from a happy home
Water always staying on
Got cable, TV, dinner
Toys and new action figures
The love never ever missing
Game nights and memories
Uncle, cousin, sister, please
Come and hug me
Come and touch me
Daddy pretty please
Come and hug me
Mommy mommy mommy
Pretty please
Come and hug me
Come and love me
Give me your affection
Its all I need
I envy the warmness of your stable community
Your family tree is what I aspire mine to be
You mistaken me for that other nigga down the street
His daddy banging
His momma, she really glad to meet
Any man that can cook and clean
Protection is all she need
But you see that it's quite a scheme
They only want that juicy
In between the sheets
And that loosy goosey
That's super wet when she on her knees
Section 80 household
Keep ya mouth closed
Don't tell the other kids
That we might have to be foreclosed
Cripping like his father do
Only wear the color blue
If a nigga yell Suwoo
He turn them black and blue
Pain in his momma's eyes
A man always make her cry
Every time a nigga walk out the door
You hear her crying, screaming
And all the children saying
And all the angels saying
God given
Devil spending
Overtime
Pushing blocks
Punching clocks
Pushing nines
Tick tock
Overtime
Open up pandora's box
Art school of hard knocks
Paint the picture
As the liquor
Hits ya system
Tell me quickly
What's ya vision
Cause I aint wit the politicking
My pockets itching for better days
As the spirit of Issac Hayes
And Quincy Jones
Reigns on
And the fat lady from Decatur
Sing the same ole song
Golden Child
Chosen one
Mortal man
Mother's son
Martin Luther
King Kunta
Huey Newton
Open season
Ducks in a row
Ready to hunt
You been set up
By ya own people's
Fienin' just for a lil come up
Because the blacker the berry
The sweeter the juice
Wicked family ties don't be fooled
Writer: Se7en
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