Текст песни McKinley Dixon - All the Loved Ones (What Would We Do???)

If you don't stop playing with me, my mama said
She gon' whoop your ass, your ass (Yeah)
If you don't stop playing with me, my grandma said (Mama, mama, mama, mama)
She gon' whoop your ass, your ass, your ass (Ma)

I got my money stack, you know we gon' do it for the reals
I wanna die today, that's really how a gangster feel
Let's get this over with, my eyes drift to windowsill
If you don't take this picture, nigga, I'm pushin' back that peel, I guess
That's the summer that my mama raised a soldier
I look at pictures now and all that's changed is grinded-down molars
And of course, some absent members, you wouldn't known if I ain't told ya
'Cause I never shut up 'bout all my niggas, for real, I mean
How could I, when even in life, I never let them rest?
We would hoot, holler, annoy mama, synonyms for jest
She checked up on us and found a basketball where our heads rest
Now my chain follow heartbeat as it tap up on my chest
Ever since magic entered my life, I don't know what to believe
But I look up to the sky, realize I'm co-optin' all your themes
Niggas rip off arms in names of heart they carried on they sleeves
He said, "I'm sorry I killed that boy, but he tried to kill my dreams," okay
I don't get it, but some thing's better left unknown
OG ask what she did for the punishment of me not comin' home
Well, I ain't been the same since they shot baby boy up in his dome
And grandma, you ain't been the same since his father followed him home
Hands cradled on my face, the memories that it brings
Tinnitus in my ears, you can't imagine the sound, it rings
Must be the same as hearin' me constantly mention the angel wings
I only say it 'cause another one will rise when they hear the strings go
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[Chorus: McKinley Dixon]
If you don't stop playing with me, my mama said
She gon' whoop your ass, your ass, your ass

My mama taught me squabble, I'm always ready to wobble
But not just demons, even beliefs, I hit deep water with goggles
I have my enemies toggled
Been steppin' on demons for so long I got a permanent hobble
And I've been workin' on myself 'cause mama told me to
Just know a foot all in your ass is truly overdue
Shout out my brodie, that's my dog, he five years sober too
I learned to show my empathy so I can live in truth
Hope you can live it too
My mama really with the extra, she'll beat your ass
I done seen it with my own two, she low-key fast
She got a cold right hook and a low-key jab (Mm)
Say her name in vain, no mama say no homie pass (Yes)
Lost my pops when I was one, she was my only dad (But)
Ain't feel like I was missin' one, that was my only brag
She call me bro, but she a-trippin', say, "Don't bro me back"
Give me whatever and she never say, "You owe me back"
So I'm gon' ball like number eight, afro Kobe back
And if we fall, we gon' ball again and then restack
And ain't no ho up in my heart, mama taught me that
And ain't no mark up in my blood 'cause mama taught me scrap
And if you run up as a grown man, I'm gon' react
And you gon' lose, but it's cool, come back when you repatch
And if I lose, extend my hand to you and we rehash (Blatt)
Mama said, "Come do it now before your ass is grass"

If you don't stop playing with me, my mama said
She gon' whoop your ass, your ass (Uh), your ass

They pay to play while I play with me (Why?)
Have a seat, mama said no strong mind weak, but a hard head get that ass beat
Pop said lock while he drink that spare teach
In the end, I think about him in my sleep, but I'm noddin' off deep like tryna get these songs right
In the beat like thinkin' back like
All this lil' time we got left
It beat my ass for so long I forgot what I did like
Probably missed steps like that switch bite
Spinnin' lines, runnin' lines, had a song, right
I thought I was seein' shit twice
Shit hit different on site
Ten feet, I was just deep, swimmin' in feelings
I never needed friends, but I always had 'em (Yeah)
Made me think if I didn't, could you imagine no visit?
If I never had a gang on my twin laughin', I'd probably be crashin' out
Shot brothers glassy, what you know about
What I would've done, who never would've been talked about?
What around is all about word of mouth, fuck a caption
This real life, fuck what they talk about
It's will, right, what family don't talk about
Dead chapters, you know we kill like every night, but it's don't tell
Still fuck 12, that's how it be
Every day when I wake up, I try to breathe
Break it down before you cut on the beat
Niggas sellin' demons like fronto in the street
We sayin' pigs still got a job, don't lose sleep
They need to lose teeth for the badge over the heartbeat
Like all over the trauma, still ain't healed, fucked up, you got me
Down in my head, that's so homegrown, I swear