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1 0 2, Rosie
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Some days, I wanna get tatted on my face
But thinking 'bout my grandma turning in the grave yelling out my name
Rose, I will send you out my place
Yeah
The benefits of getting raised by a Christian, you'll feel like you living faked
But getting older made me realize the
Breaking every chain
A glad man I am today
The gang banging and the bleed that's not what grandma raised
Tired of preaching my bros
You can take a boy out the hood, but can not take a hood out the homie
Wake up the morning while I'm yawning
Feeling so godly
Uninstitutionalized, but I am a wanna be
From the voluminous city, where we reach a destiny
Jotting real shit, making a real pedigree
My roots are different breeds
It's an African Carribean
I'm seen of a comedian
Had a friend who was Canadian
By life, he turned into a vegan maniac
Can't take the pain no more, it's fucking all my almanac
Let's take a step back
My lady short tempted
I watch my grandma plotting newspapers
It's all about these souvenir breaker
Talking the facts about who's greater
My life was written in two different fonts
Something like a liber and varcon
Meet me in the top floor
With my bros sipping on that top scotch
Got a reply from Alexander, talking about this other jam
The homie motivates the ghetto where he grew up from
Take a pause, I got a different bone
Need a clown, can't take the pain no more
Life's a challenge, so for balance had to right some wrongs
Visionary, I still show mercy