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sainttlamont - back from the grave lyrics

[intro]
opera singing

[verse1]
wake yo -ss up like yo momma did at 6 o clock
tick a tock
b-tch yo time’s up and mines on the dot
boom a clot
mi ought to make a rude boy buck a shot
im from where you f-ck around and yo chest look like polka dots
stick up kids lurking, and them fiends trying to smoke a rock
5 kids, 7 babies daddies know she f-ck alot
nough of that, i dont spend no time on no f-ckin’ thots
cease that f-ck the other side talk and yelling k!ll a opp
im a lame as n-gga, right back at cha’
catch my b-lls in your mouth like a f-ckin’ back catcher
call it baseball
voted least likely to be hated on
stand behind my bars and have you m-th-f-ckas pay the bond
everyday we dancing with the vultures and we prayed upon
set us up for failure
swam up sh-t creek and smell ya
loser paraphernalia
wal-mart name badge
dreaming bout the day that martin luther really came back
constant urge to throw my body on the train track
but if i do it, ain’t’ no second guess and i can’t take it back
30 years later, list of greats like where my name at

[hook]
lord forgive me
for all my sins
humble beginnings
to multiply ends
scandelous b-tches
and all fake friends
should we all make amends
if the world gon’ end
and the earth keep spinning going round and around
just when you thought my sh-t was going down for the count
came back to it brought it back around
so tell them this is a stick up and get all on the ground
and the earth keep spinning going round and around
just when you thought my sh-t was going down for the count
came back to it brought it back around
so tell them this is a stick up and get all on the ground

[verse2]
i wrote this at my lowest of my low where don’t n0body want to go
about to reign on their head get a f-ckin’ poncho
i’ve been dealing with depression, dont talk if you dont know
ask me do i still flow, do fisherman need a boat?
b-tches playing round my poll like democrats needed votes
change visions i need remotes, when every body went ghost
i approach
this sh-t with a p-ssion
make sure ya yo mileage right if you gon’ try to p-ss me
boy gimme them riches like my last name gatsby
neva trust a ho if make friends with a athlete
thats
just a statistic and a fact b
i
give you the truth if you gon’ ask me
all about the f-ckin’ a&m like a aggie
f-ck the world and fathered without a maggie
get up in they -ss, chris stokes and you raz b
you be too g-y
that other sh-t
gon’ end today
saint t lamont
back from the grave
listen to what yo momma say, bobby bushea
always say that you learned your lesson but it be too late
silicon clones boi you be too fake
and you talk too much i call you ricky lake
f-ck you got to say
keep your 2 cents in your piggy bank
sh-ttin’ on the game til’ every where i sit has got to stank
but until i’ll be that n-gga in the crowd who ain’t’ got no rank
quick to slay your whole crew they leaking like some candy paint

[hook]
lord forgive me
for all my sins
humble beginnings
to multiply ends
scandalous b-tches
and all fake friends
should we all make amends
if the world gon’ end
and the earth keep spinning going round and around
just when you thought my sh-t was going down for the count
came back to it brought it back around
so tell them this is a stick up and get all on the ground
and the earth keep spinning going round and around
just when you thought my sh-t was going down for the count
came back to it brought it back around
so tell them this is a stick up and get all on the ground

- sainttlamont lyrics

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