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chirch boi willie - street knowledge lyrics

“i don’t wanna live no more
sometimes i hear death knocking at my front door
i’m living everyday like a hustle
another drug to juggle
another day another struggle
i’m seeing body after body
and now major giuliani ain’t tryna see no black man turn to john gotti
my daughter use the potty cause she older now..
educated street knowledge..
look, look

my daughter sleep in the room
i’m up late wit these tunes
my little brother just went pro
inflated! balloons
he at the top of the room
we from the bottom where goons, was getting shot like sick pups, and up licking they wounds
i’m depressed feeling gloom
because my mind is a broom
i sweep up everything i never miss a day or a moon
tried clearing my mind..
of the thoughts that i groomed
i put a pistol to my head i c-cked back let it boom!!
it was a suicide, i just k!lled the old me, dead!!
f-ck my name, call me chirch boi willie instead
respect the game, but don’t let this sh-t go to ya head
these b-tches for everybody it be all bout the bread
i f-ck b-tches get money
get money, and f-ck b-tches
my att-tude is whack everything
i’m from the trenches
and i’m flexin, like gymnast if these n-gg-s wanna see me..
if i told you what we toasted to you wouldn’t believe me!
i made a wish like a gini, and got it you should of seen me…
my new crib nice as them white girls when they drinking
friendly, and if i gotta cop a bentley i will
just to show n-gg-s how hard i’m grinding without a deal
know it’s forreal when the words seem to come so freely
a black poet, spoken word never felt so greasy..
it’s too easy, praying that the holy ghost, never leave me..
i feel the spirit of my ancestors pushing me weekly..
look at me peaking..
auh yeah momma, think it’s a boy!!
chirch boi willie, came in this world like gimme joy!
gimme freedom!
gimme liberty man!, or give me war!!
imma light this muf-cka till i can’t no more!!
im.. litty
in a whole new era..
nike suits, hoodies, and tim’s, strapped i dare ya
chirch boi..
where everyday it’s the life!!
ain’t no rhyme or rhythm n-gg- that i can’t slide..

it’s feels electric don’t it..
i wanna be happy as them stoners when they blowin..
bro just gave me like a thousand fit-its, he be knowing
i can feel the hate, b on the low man it be showing
n-gg-s say they happy for the fam, but they zealous
and i wanna have to clap you n-gg-s cause your jealousy
and felonies, will budge..
trust with a little nudge, cause we know all the judge..
how could you judge us..
muf-cka we thought u loved us man..

i don’t wanna love no more
sometimes i hear death knocking at my front door
i’m living everyday like a hustle
another drug to juggle
another day another struggle
i’m seeing body after body
and now major giuliani ain’t tryna see no black man turn to john gotti
my daughter use the potty cause she older now..
educated street knowledge..
look, look.. “

- chirch boi willie lyrics

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