F.O.E Shawn The Don - Animosity

(Where all my real niggaz at I need all yall in the motherfucking front it ain't no need foe None of my niggaz to be in the motherfucking back f o e Shawn)

This come up is real for real fuck how you niggaz feel
I played the hand that I was dealt now I'm the new deal
With soldiers in the field ready to peel your banana
Success creates hate and plenty of niggaz with anna
Mosity you a rat if you shit where you sleep
You the type of nigga I'll walk in your house and wouldn't even speak
Nigga naw I wouldn't even speak
I'll use you as a welcome matt just to dust off my feet
When it's cold outside I just pull out the mink
Was taught to keep food on the table so my family can eat
Where all my real niggaz at because we all need to meet
To discuss this bullshit that's going on out in the street
How much more of our blood has to be spilled in them
And at what point as a man do we stand for our women
Is this God's plan truthfully I don't believe it
How can the blind lead the blind when they can't even see it
Nigga naw you can't even see it
Listening to them fake preachers sucking our blood like leaches
Blood suckers of the poor and they want even more
I've been praying for better days until my knees got sore
It's becoming a bore I won't cry anymore
Watching another one of my homies laying dead on the floor
Acts of senseless violence the pressure
Building up
Nobody is smiling niggaz no longer give a fuck

(Success creates hate and plenty of niggaz with Anna Mosity you a rat if you shit where You sleep you the type of nigga I'll walk in your house and wouldn't even speak nigga Naw I wouldn't even speak
I keep the food on the table so my family can eat them people beating on my door I can't Take it no more Lord keep me in your arms don't let em do me no harm It's been hard Enough for us we just trying to hold on)

With both hands my one man he about to take the stand
Will he stand like a man or try to take down the fam
We all knew the fucking rules if we ever You grape jelly ass nigga I should fry your whole Ham
When fish grease get hot it pop out of the pan
My momma told me a good name was better than gold
Will God forgive me for my sins I'm just playing my role
Trying to overcome ghetto living in pain and misery
Between envy and hate what is this life meant to be
For a two timed felon who was so used to failing
I wouldn't of did a fucking day if these niggaz wasn't telling
But that's what hoe niggaz do they violate street rules
In a life or death situation what should you choose
My niggaz already know I chose the G Code
I'm so used to being under pressure nothing can make me fold
Whether its heaven or hell from the block to a cell
I'm gone keep on grinding nigga collecting my mail
My reputation is impeccable it speaks for itself
You dumb niggaz will never be rich until you understand wealth
Financial literacy and is what we need to share to the youth
While we prepare for warfare steadily gathering troops
There's nothing else to be said that wasn't said in this booth
You gotta gett it how you live so nigga be ready to shoot

Them people beating on my door I can't take it no more Lord keep me in your arms and Don't let em do me no harm It's been hard enough for us we just trying to hold on yeah We just trying to hold on

Written by:
LaShawn Holston

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