and Daddy prayin down on their knees For a miracle in Memphis Lord won't you help them please Chorus For the kids we trade all them tomorrow and for the kids
What do you do when you're scared inside? When all of your feelings just seem to collide Emotions just seem to let go All of your tears always follow
first stand proud Ain't looking for hand-outs Twenty-five years up in this bi**h And I'll be damned if I ain't leaving rich And leave my kids a grip I
watch ya shit for you pitch after Get dadda, Michelle home from school, her man Rich slapped her Kitch scratched her, shot in the air...yeah kids scattered
Swiss accounts Sippin' Swiss Miss, hoes frontin', got me kissed it Dying kids wanna see B'More, on they wish list But I put 'em there, be careful what you ask for
You flip a chain cobra I'm a hit your Vien Motor One hundred and twenty five grange we arrange the rover Nigga trade ya rover for the redrum stains you
a child in her father?s eyes Ya?ll better recognize The power parents recking with Does it make sense to make way for censorship? It?s brains we messing with Across the planes we got kids
bless the brother of rich fo' Ain't no love lost I'm still Don sippin' Readin' the LA Times and Louis Vuitton slippin' Sittin' behind bars for the
but fuck it we can bang My Cali headbusters'll show you how to throw them things I'm too connected like John Gotti and Nino For a small fee they find
big microphone hippie Hit Poughkepsie crispy chicken verbs throw up a stone richie Chop the O, sprinkle a lil' snow inside a Optimo Swing the John McEnroe
For shore my flows been known to kill beats [Haystak] Blazin, can't get no wrong Your talkin bout money or you're movin along Holdin it down provin a point Rich
in it, only it's objects And the object for us to explore our prospects And sidestep cops on the way to the top - yes! As kids we would daydream, sittin
time In a ?seafood? store sweepin floors for dimes I was sort of a porter takin the next man's order Breakin my back for ?a shack for headquarters? All my manpower for
off the chalice, Quiet as a mouse on the couch we sit, Fillin' the pouch eatin' sour patch kids, Coffee Shop stop we found another strand ya'll, Searchin' for
kool aid in a water fountain cost bout three thousand thousands listen Im thugging man you know how im rocking And keep me mo dimes than john Stockton [chorus out] (Thanks to Ronnie for
in this white world (x5) And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl Its a shame when you can't send your kids, to decent schools We live in the world for
one, hear no evil, and I don't speak none Everything cool until that heat come Just call my name, and I'll be there Ya'll kids is slum, like the jewelry