MBN Foota - Kiwana Son (feat. Zariyah)

Say alhamdulillah (You got a Zack on the track beat?)
Fuck every nigga I don't wanna hear a god damn thing no nigga got to say to me
Bitch ass nigga who the fuck are you to judge me?
I'm only judged by the one I pray to at night
I can already say that we paid our dues shit
I can say that we already made it through yessir
Yeah (Amen)
I just got off the phone with momma she say that she's been doin' well
You know I pray to stay up out of drama lord keep me way from hell
Been thankin' God this ain't no farewell
Yes I thank God Tray out of that cell
Say religious sir humble yourself, had to put all that pain on a shelf
Yessir yea I really stack shit everyday chasin' a rack bitch TMG gon' blatt shit
Top Money Gorillas get whacked bitch
Yea nigga come round get jacked quick told em' put that shit up for I snatch it
I conquered that pain through this rap shit uh shit be gettin' darker then black quick
This shit is way more then a track bitch
Quarterback tryna' run up that sack bitch
Bet I add it up never subtract it
My trust in God I never look back bitch
Had it hard these niggas be cap bitch
Facedown shot get capped bitch yea
I'm Kiwana son (Qwanya!)
I just got off the phone with momma she say that she's been doin' well
You know I pray to stay up out of drama lord keep me way from hell
Been thankin' God this ain't no farewell
Yes I thank God Tray out of that cell
Say religious sir humble yourself, had to put all that pain on a shelf
Ay they run in yo' shit get down on the floor
Takin' that money put that in the boat
All glory to God that there I promote
God is my witness preach like a pope
No disrespect get put on that row
Eviction notice they put that on the door
We had needed some food had to steal out the store
Wasn't no time to sit had to get up and go
I live like a rebel doin' shit different on whole different levels
Admitted to arson I danced with the devil
Reach elevation I can say I won't settle
I tried everythin' I can't nothin' was helpful
I hide everythin' I live life in a vessel yea
I'm Kiwana son (Qwanya!)
I just got off the phone with momma she say that she's been doin' well
You know I pray to stay up out of drama lord keep me way from hell
Been thankin' God this ain't no farewell
Yes I thank God Tray out of that cell
Say religious sir humble yourself, had to put all that pain on a shelf
Hey mama
Hey
What you doin?
Nothin' washin' clothes this the last load
You been doin' well? what you been doin?
Yea
Oh alright I was just callin' to check on y'all to make sure y'all was doin' fine doin' well
I know still got to come see y'all
We'll probably come over there next weekend
Alright bye love y'all
Love you too bye
Yes ma'am

Written by:
Kiwana Dunmore, Nicolò Zaccaria, Qwanya Dunmore, Zariyah Knight

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