Christian Video (MV)

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It's kinda crazy yo
My son walking
In a couple months my son talking
It's like everyday is Night
The way I don't see my son often
It got me sick
Like
You don't hear son coughing
You Ice cream in the sun soften
Mixed with Non profits
Telling your prophecy
You get close and they only tell your privacy
Some even touch your privately
For a profit
It's obvious it's a ramp in between us
But your closer to bill Cosby
Or better off doing dirt with Tekashii
Or claming to be a gangsta
But hanging out where the cops be
Shhh copy
Bravo
Johnny Law head
Only do what Simon law says
I'm rhymin
To ruin all the Mayan Off heads
This library
You be quiet when you approaching my set
I'm a lion
Climbing the mountains
Y'all swept
Shouting to the Top of my breath
Til It's gone from my lungs
Yo my son walking
In a couple months my son talking
It's like everyday is night
The way I don't see my son often
It's awkward
I'm bothered
Family say
Go talk to somebody
Somebody say
Talk to your family
I feel I should rip every branch off my family tree
And set fire to roots
And send kites to the homies
I feel bad
If I had
Responded to your text
Maybe your next move
Would have been the stu
In
Stead of a BNE
For the loot
Dawg
I hate your daughter have to see you behind them walls
And only hear you from a call
I feel as if it's partly my fault
I should have had you with me
We had plans to take over the city
But
When you touchdown it's still
On the up and up
Yo my son walking
In a couple months my son talking