Had a front row seat,
In section 8,
Fried turkey spam,
On the dinner plate,
Momma cooked it,
Like the finest steak,
Paired with rice a roni,
Damn I loved the taste,
And I proved it,
Fat boy licked the plate.
Kiss my mama,
Compliments to the chef,
Shared a bedroom,
With my brother Wes,
His favorite rapper Nelly,
Mines Kanye West,
Roaches in the light,
Must be from Budapest,
Watching Bugs Life,
No VHS.
I miss my,
Grandma Jeannette,
Prayer warrior,
Stepping On the devils neck,
I can still see you,
Sitting On the steps,
With the bright aura,
Looking so damn blessed,
Family ain't been the same,
Since you left,
Shit,
Maybe its just me,
Who knew that last doctor visit,
Would turn deadly,
Read a poem,
After your eulogy,
I was so nervous,
Really wanted to sing,
That Sam Cooke song,
That's about change,
Thought about you,
And the joy it would bring,
Hope you get to meet,
B.B. King,
Hope God is giving you,
The finer things,
Like the love you never found,
Here on Earth,
Thanks to you,
Now I know a woman's worth,
Maxwell playing,
While I get ready for work,
Now I'm thinking about,
My cousin Clee,
He was Born,
Late summer of 83',
Known for F*cking hoes,
And knocking down 3's,
When I was 10,
Everything I wanted to be,
Role model,
Moving white like Ben Affleck,
Grandma kicked him out,
He Slept on the top step,
That broke my heart,
I must confess,
Damn.
Had a front row seat,
In section 8,
Bars on the windows,
To keep us safe,
Food stamp rich,
On the first we ate steak,
Ums with ketchup,
Grease on everybody face.
We was poor things,
No Emma Stone,
Hood rats,
In these project homes,
Philly niggas moving Rocks,
No Sly Stallone,
Listening to MJ,
I felt not alone.
Always wish my family,
Was the Huxtables,
Everybody get they own room,
Living comfortable,
No processed food,
Throw away the lunchables,
I was so much happier,
Back then,
Just a fat boy,
Lost in his innocence,
Chillin with my cousins,
Watching 106,
Top 10,
Had a front seat,
In section 8,
But I found light,
In a dark place,
Talk to the younger me,
This what I say,
Like Sade,
Cherish the day.
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Had a front row seat,
In section 8,
Fried turkey spam,
On the dinner plate,
Momma cooked it,
Like the finest steak,
Paired with rice a roni,
Damn I loved the taste,
And I proved it,
Fat boy licked the plate.
Kiss my mama,
Compliments to the chef,
Shared a bedroom,
With my brother Wes,
His favorite rapper Nelly,
Mines Kanye West,
Roaches in the light,
Must be from Budapest,
Watching Bugs Life,
No VHS.
I miss my,
Grandma Jeannette,
Prayer warrior,
Stepping On the devils neck,
I can still see you,
Sitting On the steps,
With the bright aura,
Looking so damn blessed,
Family ain't been the same,
Since you left,
Shit,
Maybe its just me,
Who knew that last doctor visit,
Would turn deadly,
Read a poem,
After your eulogy,
I was so nervous,
Really wanted to sing,
That Sam Cooke song,
That's about change,
Thought about you,
And the joy it would bring,
Hope you get to meet,
B.B. King,
Hope God is giving you,
The finer things,
Like the love you never found,
Here on Earth,
Thanks to you,
Now I know a woman's worth,
Maxwell playing,
While I get ready for work,
Now I'm thinking about,
My cousin Clee,
He was Born,
Late summer of 83',
Known for F*cking hoes,
And knocking down 3's,
When I was 10,
Everything I wanted to be,
Role model,
Moving white like Ben Affleck,
Grandma kicked him out,
He Slept on the top step,
That broke my heart,
I must confess,
Damn.
Had a front row seat,
In section 8,
Bars on the windows,
To keep us safe,
Food stamp rich,
On the first we ate steak,
Ums with ketchup,
Grease on everybody face.
We was poor things,
No Emma Stone,
Hood rats,
In these project homes,
Philly niggas moving Rocks,
No Sly Stallone,
Listening to MJ,
I felt not alone.
Always wish my family,
Was the Huxtables,
Everybody get they own room,
Living comfortable,
No processed food,
Throw away the lunchables,
I was so much happier,
Back then,
Just a fat boy,
Lost in his innocence,
Chillin with my cousins,
Watching 106,
Top 10,
Had a front seat,
In section 8,
But I found light,
In a dark place,
Talk to the younger me,
This what I say,
Like Sade,
Cherish the day.
In section 8,
Fried turkey spam,
On the dinner plate,
Momma cooked it,
Like the finest steak,
Paired with rice a roni,
Damn I loved the taste,
And I proved it,
Fat boy licked the plate.
Kiss my mama,
Compliments to the chef,
Shared a bedroom,
With my brother Wes,
His favorite rapper Nelly,
Mines Kanye West,
Roaches in the light,
Must be from Budapest,
Watching Bugs Life,
No VHS.
I miss my,
Grandma Jeannette,
Prayer warrior,
Stepping On the devils neck,
I can still see you,
Sitting On the steps,
With the bright aura,
Looking so damn blessed,
Family ain't been the same,
Since you left,
Shit,
Maybe its just me,
Who knew that last doctor visit,
Would turn deadly,
Read a poem,
After your eulogy,
I was so nervous,
Really wanted to sing,
That Sam Cooke song,
That's about change,
Thought about you,
And the joy it would bring,
Hope you get to meet,
B.B. King,
Hope God is giving you,
The finer things,
Like the love you never found,
Here on Earth,
Thanks to you,
Now I know a woman's worth,
Maxwell playing,
While I get ready for work,
Now I'm thinking about,
My cousin Clee,
He was Born,
Late summer of 83',
Known for F*cking hoes,
And knocking down 3's,
When I was 10,
Everything I wanted to be,
Role model,
Moving white like Ben Affleck,
Grandma kicked him out,
He Slept on the top step,
That broke my heart,
I must confess,
Damn.
Had a front row seat,
In section 8,
Bars on the windows,
To keep us safe,
Food stamp rich,
On the first we ate steak,
Ums with ketchup,
Grease on everybody face.
We was poor things,
No Emma Stone,
Hood rats,
In these project homes,
Philly niggas moving Rocks,
No Sly Stallone,
Listening to MJ,
I felt not alone.
Always wish my family,
Was the Huxtables,
Everybody get they own room,
Living comfortable,
No processed food,
Throw away the lunchables,
I was so much happier,
Back then,
Just a fat boy,
Lost in his innocence,
Chillin with my cousins,
Watching 106,
Top 10,
Had a front seat,
In section 8,
But I found light,
In a dark place,
Talk to the younger me,
This what I say,
Like Sade,
Cherish the day.
Writer: Nazeer Harper, Luis Roman
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid