25 years removed from my momma titty
Conversations with the hustlers
Learning customs of the inner city
Neighborhood were little good come to common folk
Who never know the magic tend to hide behind the smoke
I got some finer quotes from most of my associates
Who taught me not to give niggas more than they sposed to get
Most these niggas won't appreciate my train of thought
My leather softer than anything that u ever caught
Hard headed and soft spoken we dangerous
With lead to bust at anybody think they taming Us
Even if we got the most to gain from domestication
It's an opportunity lost to our hesitation
My resignation from this life came out on a whim
For fear of drowning in my sins I had to learn to swim
I learned to grin learned to laugh how to hide the pain
For all the change i can't believe how much we stayed the same
More questions than answers god damn it
I bout to switch rapping in Spanish For a challenge
I can't mishandle my funds
Rather die than see my sons pan handle for ones
I ain't nobodys favorite
Still I hold my head like I'm the greatest
Wonder why nobody praising my penmanship
Thinking every song the one till I finish it
Ignorance belongs in the ghetto
How else could we kill our fellow
Man For a strand of paper
But May god only judge your soul
I known your pain I gotta pray
For mercy on my own
May my first born never bear my sins
Just the fruit of my labor
You got me I got u back like a pager
Food for thought and you know I stay with hella flavors
Big Mike YSE - A Narrow Path (Prod. By Circa30Hz) Lyrics
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25 years removed from my momma titty
Conversations with the hustlers
Learning customs of the inner city
Neighborhood were little good come to common folk
Who never know the magic tend to hide behind the smoke
I got some finer quotes from most of my associates
Who taught me not to give niggas more than they sposed to get
Most these niggas won't appreciate my train of thought
My leather softer than anything that u ever caught
Hard headed and soft spoken we dangerous
With lead to bust at anybody think they taming Us
Even if we got the most to gain from domestication
It's an opportunity lost to our hesitation
My resignation from this life came out on a whim
For fear of drowning in my sins I had to learn to swim
I learned to grin learned to laugh how to hide the pain
For all the change i can't believe how much we stayed the same
More questions than answers god damn it
I bout to switch rapping in Spanish For a challenge
I can't mishandle my funds
Rather die than see my sons pan handle for ones
I ain't nobodys favorite
Still I hold my head like I'm the greatest
Wonder why nobody praising my penmanship
Thinking every song the one till I finish it
Ignorance belongs in the ghetto
How else could we kill our fellow
Man For a strand of paper
But May god only judge your soul
I known your pain I gotta pray
For mercy on my own
May my first born never bear my sins
Just the fruit of my labor
You got me I got u back like a pager
Food for thought and you know I stay with hella flavors
Conversations with the hustlers
Learning customs of the inner city
Neighborhood were little good come to common folk
Who never know the magic tend to hide behind the smoke
I got some finer quotes from most of my associates
Who taught me not to give niggas more than they sposed to get
Most these niggas won't appreciate my train of thought
My leather softer than anything that u ever caught
Hard headed and soft spoken we dangerous
With lead to bust at anybody think they taming Us
Even if we got the most to gain from domestication
It's an opportunity lost to our hesitation
My resignation from this life came out on a whim
For fear of drowning in my sins I had to learn to swim
I learned to grin learned to laugh how to hide the pain
For all the change i can't believe how much we stayed the same
More questions than answers god damn it
I bout to switch rapping in Spanish For a challenge
I can't mishandle my funds
Rather die than see my sons pan handle for ones
I ain't nobodys favorite
Still I hold my head like I'm the greatest
Wonder why nobody praising my penmanship
Thinking every song the one till I finish it
Ignorance belongs in the ghetto
How else could we kill our fellow
Man For a strand of paper
But May god only judge your soul
I known your pain I gotta pray
For mercy on my own
May my first born never bear my sins
Just the fruit of my labor
You got me I got u back like a pager
Food for thought and you know I stay with hella flavors
Writer: Big Mike YSE
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