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All Natural Video (MV)




Performed By: Zachery Le'on
Language: English
Length: 1:32
Written by: Zachery Harris




Zachery Le'on - All Natural Lyrics




Early morning, sun is beaming my son asking for something eat
I rub his head when he sleeps
I got a bun in the oven, Caress her womb for the peace
A piece of mind is important just fall in love with yourself
F*ck yo opinion don't ever put me on shelf,
With the rest if these rappers chasing the riches not wealth
Ain't no price on my soul, I might look young but I'm old
Ugh Enriched with the wisdom of generations befo
What you know about lighting candles at night when it's cold
What you know about father spending that money on dope
What you know about mama working two jobs to survive
What you know about pushing hoopties no heat in the ride
Game changed got a job & got my own cash
Sixteen fresh in the halls with no hall pass
Seventeen lost my focus missing hella class
Eighteen regained my focus standing tall grad
Nineteen pistol case & it was all bad
Twenty one habitual my mother hella sad
Convicted felon, it's back to selling for petty cash
Buried too many their faces with me forever
Yahawa for the praise, steady smothered with blessings
Just a kid from the nappy city who's voice is a weapon
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Early morning, sun is beaming my son asking for something eat
I rub his head when he sleeps
I got a bun in the oven, Caress her womb for the peace
A piece of mind is important just fall in love with yourself
F*ck yo opinion don't ever put me on shelf,
With the rest if these rappers chasing the riches not wealth
Ain't no price on my soul, I might look young but I'm old
Ugh Enriched with the wisdom of generations befo
What you know about lighting candles at night when it's cold
What you know about father spending that money on dope
What you know about mama working two jobs to survive
What you know about pushing hoopties no heat in the ride
Game changed got a job & got my own cash
Sixteen fresh in the halls with no hall pass
Seventeen lost my focus missing hella class
Eighteen regained my focus standing tall grad
Nineteen pistol case & it was all bad
Twenty one habitual my mother hella sad
Convicted felon, it's back to selling for petty cash
Buried too many their faces with me forever
Yahawa for the praise, steady smothered with blessings
Just a kid from the nappy city who's voice is a weapon
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Writer: Zachery Harris
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