Poetik The Son's Prayer lyrics
The Son's Prayer
Poetik
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[Intro]
Ole tatalo (Ole tatalo)
Ole atali'i (Ole atali'i)
[Verse: Poetik]
I'm not supposed to be alive
Since a child livin' on bar time
Hard drippin', gutter ville
Many who follow mine know the drill
Blood spillin', don't step outta line
Know what's real, so driven, I was born to shine
You can never take this from me
Semi-auto with the hollow tips, take this from me
I was 13 runnin' the streets
By 14 I was robbin' to eat
You ain't built the same, Poetik build his name
Put my city on, same time built my lane
I'm from the ghetto where I've seen blood spilt for change
Pour it out for the dead homies, feel my pain, front
Battle scars to flash cars
I hustle hard, you can ask God
I took the stairs while you elevated
I showed up, I stayed on my fuckin' job
Top dawg like Jay Rock from the block
I thought I told you, Poly version of 2Pac
The uso version of Nipsey who passed away seven days ago, I'm still drinking (where my money?)
Vodka, pass me the Henny bottle
Line it up, [?], sole, who got a problem?
They say Poetik ain't goot enough
Shit, I say you bitches ain't hood enough
They used to read my name out in court
Now they say it aloud at the awards
I came up, real life, I'm 'bout it, yo
Shit, I should've been in the fuckin' Source
I was dope-boy on the front porch
Pops sayin', "Boy, what you livin' for?"
Preachers yellin', "What you givin' forth?"
These nuts, fuck a bitch, hit her up
A rolling stone gathers no moss
It's God-given, [?] sinnin', outlaw
You claim my bars but you ain't in charge
Poetik, truest one you ever saw
[Outro: Poetik with choir in background]
Just to be clear
I'm from West side Apia City
6-8-5, I put that on my life, life, life, life...
Ole tatalo (Ole tatalo)
Ole atali'i (Ole atali'i)
[Verse: Poetik]
I'm not supposed to be alive
Since a child livin' on bar time
Hard drippin', gutter ville
Many who follow mine know the drill
Blood spillin', don't step outta line
Know what's real, so driven, I was born to shine
You can never take this from me
Semi-auto with the hollow tips, take this from me
I was 13 runnin' the streets
By 14 I was robbin' to eat
You ain't built the same, Poetik build his name
Put my city on, same time built my lane
I'm from the ghetto where I've seen blood spilt for change
Pour it out for the dead homies, feel my pain, front
Battle scars to flash cars
I hustle hard, you can ask God
I took the stairs while you elevated
I showed up, I stayed on my fuckin' job
Top dawg like Jay Rock from the block
I thought I told you, Poly version of 2Pac
The uso version of Nipsey who passed away seven days ago, I'm still drinking (where my money?)
Vodka, pass me the Henny bottle
Line it up, [?], sole, who got a problem?
They say Poetik ain't goot enough
Shit, I say you bitches ain't hood enough
They used to read my name out in court
Now they say it aloud at the awards
I came up, real life, I'm 'bout it, yo
Shit, I should've been in the fuckin' Source
I was dope-boy on the front porch
Pops sayin', "Boy, what you livin' for?"
Preachers yellin', "What you givin' forth?"
These nuts, fuck a bitch, hit her up
A rolling stone gathers no moss
It's God-given, [?] sinnin', outlaw
You claim my bars but you ain't in charge
Poetik, truest one you ever saw
[Outro: Poetik with choir in background]
Just to be clear
I'm from West side Apia City
6-8-5, I put that on my life, life, life, life...
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