Brookfield Duece - Parents Lyrics

Intro:(Kenneth James)He always had some game for us you feel meEven if you couldn't understand what the nigga was saying half the timeYep, foreal, Hold UpHook:Niggas. Got me. TwistedI floodWrists. Take y'all. BitchesThis is...Whip it ship it in a glass hoeGive these niggas what they ask forStreet nigga blame my past hoeRespect is something imma blast for like (baow)That way. Hang with. Dread headsGunplayHead shots. Toupee. NiggasNeed payJust wanna whip and big chainBeen picking cotton for balmainGot in the house seen everythingPops got me my whip and chainVerse 1:Pops I know ain't giving a fuck about meAnd mama you resent me‘cause pop took me to pick cottonYou know I need those new jeansPop took me to get the bagGave me guns told me get madWatch thorns they'll hurt your progressTrying to escape will be your greatest conquestTrying, cuz if I'm lying I'm dying pop will kill me for trying to get smartTrying to run awayAnd Trying to get heartThey gon give lashes not a nail shopSell you cheap like a mom and popIt's more coming at 4 o'clockPiled up with the kids on topLike cherriesBut just a little strangerIt's just a little dangerThe blood will really stain youNever show ya angerThey don't like thatThey gon fight thatThey gon give your ass JesusHow we gon fight that? (How)Hook:-Verse 2:Mama you don't really careYou let pop drive Silk RoadPull up on you all big and boldAnd take us awaaaaaaaaayWe never seen you againWe never seen our friendsTried to tell Pop imma kingBut he didn't believe me then (nah, damn)Asked for all of my goldGot shackles on my wristMade of steelIf I steal imma lose a hand for realMan I should Really chillThat's a good ideaStay alive that's a good ideaMama coming she gon make him feelAll the pain from my people killedBut you never cameWelfare checks on my brainHe don't like when I'm out my laneBut he love all those big assesComing straight from the motherlandI got some little brothersBut they hair straightAnd they here straightAnd They live in the big houseAnd They all call me big mouthTalk too much for my own goodA tree gon hold me up real goodYou know what's funnyYou thought I was living the life the whole timeMy whole life been a fucking grindI didn't know you was fucking blind(Damn, yea yea yea yea)Hook:-Outro:Niggas. Got me. TwistedI floodWrists. Take y'all. BitchesThis is...Whip it ship it in a glass hoeGive these niggas what they ask forStreet nigga blame my past hoeRespect is something imma blast for like...