
Lyrics to Another Sad Song
Came up out the projects gutter
UNC fighting, auntie cutter
Just got a 4-way butter
They done put me in the game, y'all huddle
You holding you back, I'm hoping you know it
Your words are your weapons, you should be a poet
I'm hoping like hell these ain't God's plans
Kids over there dying on God's land
And niggas ain't taking no loss
They let them hammers go off
Whole company go hell, nigga Trump the boss
The motherfucker done out ross the ross
Tariffs sky high, out cost the cost
Nigga Martin Luther King to be down to walk
I wonder if Oprah be down to talk
Before another mama baby be lying in chalk
Just another homicide
Another night, another mama cry
Her baby been identified
Now she gonna have to catch a ride
Investigation, what's the use?
'Cause she will never know the truth
Just try to get his cash on
This is just another sad song
You ain't on top if you sold your soul
Demons in his head and his blood is cold
Best keep on moving, niggas sold his soul
Did all that, please don't tell me he told
Mama probably think he got a heart gold
I heard that fentanyl make your heart explode
Couldn't face the pain, that's the route he chose
And everything he wanted, that's the door he closed
Mr. T, I pitted a fool
Whole company go hell, nigga Trump the boss
The motherfucker done out ross the ross
Tariffs sky high, out cost the cost
Nigga Martin Luther King to be down to walk
I wonder if Oprah be down to talk
Before another mama baby be lying in chalk
Just another homicide
Another night, another mama cry
Her baby been identified
Now she gonna have to catch a ride
Investigation, what's the use?
'Cause she will never know the truth
Just try to get his cash on
This is just another sad song
UNC fighting, auntie cutter
Just got a 4-way butter
They done put me in the game, y'all huddle
You holding you back, I'm hoping you know it
Your words are your weapons, you should be a poet
I'm hoping like hell these ain't God's plans
Kids over there dying on God's land
And niggas ain't taking no loss
They let them hammers go off
Whole company go hell, nigga Trump the boss
The motherfucker done out ross the ross
Tariffs sky high, out cost the cost
Nigga Martin Luther King to be down to walk
I wonder if Oprah be down to talk
Before another mama baby be lying in chalk
Just another homicide
Another night, another mama cry
Her baby been identified
Now she gonna have to catch a ride
Investigation, what's the use?
'Cause she will never know the truth
Just try to get his cash on
This is just another sad song
You ain't on top if you sold your soul
Demons in his head and his blood is cold
Best keep on moving, niggas sold his soul
Did all that, please don't tell me he told
Mama probably think he got a heart gold
I heard that fentanyl make your heart explode
Couldn't face the pain, that's the route he chose
And everything he wanted, that's the door he closed
Mr. T, I pitted a fool
Whole company go hell, nigga Trump the boss
The motherfucker done out ross the ross
Tariffs sky high, out cost the cost
Nigga Martin Luther King to be down to walk
I wonder if Oprah be down to talk
Before another mama baby be lying in chalk
Just another homicide
Another night, another mama cry
Her baby been identified
Now she gonna have to catch a ride
Investigation, what's the use?
'Cause she will never know the truth
Just try to get his cash on
This is just another sad song
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