Album: Maine 4 President (2013)
  • Young Moolah baby
    Happy music, happy people
    Happy people
    Everything is alright
    Everything is alright

    Pop a bottle and celebrate
    We made it to a new day
    Pop a bottle and celebrate
    We done made it to a new day
    Oh I take a hit and just elevate
    'Cause today will be a good day
    I got my mind right, money right, ready for war

    Hey! - blow the horns on 'em
    The sun is out, it's a brand new day and it just dawned on 'em
    The smoke in here got 'em floating just like in salt water
    And break is fast, we got it cooking just like a short order
    Go feed the hands birds cover the cheetah print
    A jungle out there and the jail is the zoo that keep us in
    Players in gators is crazy, we feel the need to rock 'em
    Furs coming in all different colors like PETA got 'em
    Killing yourself for a salary
    Look ya line flatter than stomachs of the women that's running, watching them calories
    Hope that we linking, we smoking and drinking casually
    'Cause life without living ain't nothing but a fallacy


    Say, who's that peekin' in my window?
    Is that sunshine? Is that one time?
    Let that sun shine through my living room
    Hospitality is what I'm giving you
    Harsh reality is what I've been through
    But I'm not alone, ask her and him too
    And they shall tell ya, ain't nothin' better
    Than the smell of a new day
    I know the ocean runs dry and the sky gets dark
    And ya don't see what He's trying to show ya
    And I know the wall may seem tall
    But if we help each other I guarantee we get over
    And once I'm over, I'll reach back for my brother
    And pull him over as well
    Keep our heads high and our noses wide open
    Hopin' for that new day smell


    Yea homie, I been? since I was 16
    To tell 'em what I'm 'bout to tell 'em
    So I need more than a 16
    See I'm the only son of Mary and Joe
    So I gotta fulfill my purpose 'fore I'm buried, ya know
    My momma say she having visions of me being a missionary
    And the hood looking at me as a walking visionary
    So I sit back and wonder will I ever have my time to shine
    And die like Pac in his prime
    Or will I go out like Len Bias and OD before the tryouts
    No teller no reaper no buyout
    I'm good, I pray for a head to protect ya
    And I gotta walk the streets with the heat as my protection
    Still gotta watch my back, still watch my front home
    'Cause I seen a lot of n-ggas die with they gun on
    So with that in mind, I just get higher
    And pray to the higher Messiah, I'm no liar
    And they say that puffing the fire f-cks with your memory
    But I got a lot of stuff that I don't wan' remember see
    Like when my homie ivin died
    I like how I never seen a man cry 'til I seen Lance died
    Never seen my pops cry 'til I seen my Grams died
    And I'm here to tell him that I miss my Grams too
    And I wish I could hug her for mothers day too
    And I feel the same way that you do
    But we gotta still move on so she can just smile down on us
    And I don't want the Lord to ever frown down on us
    I know that they really got power in a gun
    But I also know that they got power in a tongue
    So every time I speak, look I try to speak life
    Y'all tweaking for broads, I tweak life
    They said I was s'posed to die as a fetus
    My momma said I bind that Devil in the name of Jesus
    So now I'm here just to talk to y'all
    Come and stroll with me homie, let me walk wit' y'all
    Ten million ways to die so I chose
    To get my life right by the end of the road
    'Fore my body in a casket and I'm stiff and froze
    'Fore I'm laying in a morgue with a tag on my toes
    I'm here to tell you take heed to the warnings
    School shootings, hurricanes, and global warming
    Open ya Bibles up with no hesitation
    BC was the Genesis, this is Revelations
    So you better pick your destination
    Tomorrow ain't promised, better pick your destination
    Rest in peace B Spencer, rest in peace?
    Shit could be worse so I'm feeling like Weezy
    I wake up in the morning, take a piss, and wash my hands
    Take a knee and thank the Man and leave my life in God's hands, yea!

    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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