Ar-Ab - Horns Blow lyrics

rate me

It’s like the more money I make, its’ the further I slip

How come I won’t pray, but find time for a bitch

How can you know the truth, and you still won’t do right

How you willing to shoot, but now willing to fight?

Why she let her kids starve, while she out in some club?

How I sell all this hard, when my dad hooked on drugs?

Or my watch cost 10 stacks, when my mom still owe tax

And why I get a new will, and not snuff a piss of pill

My ...got rust on it, and my ...got dust on it

And lord knows when I’m gonn go

I’m hoping I repiff before the horn blow

[Hook]

I done been through some pain, lord knows when I’m gonn go

I know I gotta clean my soul

Before lord let the horn blow

I got rich off the block, I live by the 44

I gotta offer so lot, before the lord let the horn blow

I came from a broke home, I grew up smelling coke fumes

Before I ever wrote one song, I was cooking up coke cubes

I sing my big brontoda, and my conscious with widow

And now I’m going to ride, until my enemies not living

And now I’m getting so high, prolly die with my gun spitting

But when I look up to god, and turn around and do the forbidden

Supposed to fasten Ramadan, but I snuck in ..food

And them...just believe, but we act like they cool

And what about my 3 kids, who gonn make sure they straight

I gotta teach them the dean, before it get too late

[Hook]

I done been through some pain, lord knows when I’m gonn go

I know I gotta clean my soul

Before lord let the horn blow

I got rich off the block, I live by the 44

I gotta offer so lot, before the lord let the horn blow

First I awake then I make voodoo and pray

Fortune but the sack as I be on the corner by dawn

Tryina feed my daughter and my son, I got a gun in it

And if a nigga own me funds I’m tryina smash him by an answer

I know the truth so I’m my worse than the...

And my jeopardize and my year after for this earth

See my cousin...blasted by the cops put in a box

So I gotta put my passion in the verse, put his casket in rehearse

L ... a gift and a curse

The shit hurts, shit’s ratchet where I live

Our backs to the piss, gotta be pimp by my grip

Looking for the cops to kill my cousin ...

We need to be somewhere...all we do is front

And we still tryina make it, ...fuck it, I hope we all see

But if you blow and you move that coco beware

But you can put your faith in the racism, a lot to eat share, yeah

[Hook]

I done been through some pain, lord knows when I’m gonn go

I know I gotta clean my soul

Before lord let the horn blow

I got rich off the block, I live by the 44

I gotta offer so lot, before the lord let the horn blow.