Killer Mike - Samson (Message To Young Athletes) lyrics
rate meDo like a ported bag , run like a half bag
Rain rock up and feel but never rain crack
Hit on this, young spot get some
Rolling in the sports car,
Cars and clothes all sponsored by the dope boy
Be all ‘bout that time and graduated colleges and fatuated
All in germy sometime may be imprecated
But still run forty eight for two flag
And still may do that rock never fluming man
Go champion shit nigga on the gang floor
Fifty and they break up and make the name for ‘em
The crullers the agents and suits all ball for
Had the money power and flame for
He took the scholar shit sit and see if she will fly
Hey UGA popping like he was (?) time
Now we the celebrity, we know the fan and fortune
He went the squeeze and the squeeze getting all in order
Outside the game he was a lain you know, you’re brake the rule
And bitches rain game on this lane nigga break the line
Him mama told ‘em don’t miss the girls with (?)
You was learn at church, you know a little more bro
The proud of the neighborhood know he was doing fine
No matter what they say he couldn’t keep women on his side
He had a baby marry but first need to graduated
Made his first down pick , damn thank God he’s paying
A week before sprang (?) and reaper in this (?)
The doctor say his: Son it’s just a simply surgery
Six or so games and now I have you but certainly
He try to say ‘em “I can get you back so quick “
Just take this it doesn’t show you up on list
A lil young, a little front, a little paranoid
This young man begun a life taking steroids
The more he heal the more he tell the fucking league up
His contract double up with the leader
The next year so as more will start to hit man
And he was tripping argue and fight just like a fat man
He met a girl like he’s ex wife, bad man
Light skin, long hair, big fat ass man
You know the type they carry in the bags man
Now they won’t fight with no side, keep the bag man
Going on this ground feed of this (?) so good and we keep on the (?)
A week later more it all for (?)
Now she walking round this house in his Gucci sweater
His mama meller, said I don’t like her
Get out my side girl, call the sons, from the Samson , I’m not a liar
Hand on the Bible she reminds of the Lila
And if you keep her in your life you will burn like fire
And say mama she ignore ‘em and so we took this on (?)
And make love to only back of flora
That night Halley turn it back to his ex wife
And hide this time to this girl, he could make things right
But shit don’t never be better then shit was
(?) back for and he shoulda find a way, we found her in the club
A month or so latter the shit got really tragic
Seems like younger landed hanging round and back
She was one and between a couple teams
Like super head cadence and Stevens, she had a scheme
She roll in meanwhile sold it to the great screen
Nick (?) gave a book of (?) screen
And die with Samson, shit don’t base on thirteen
They took high samples with his last piscreen
The drip lock to the use the symbolized power
Had been use to take it away to final awl
And even thou Samson don’t fit on this year
He’s drake chemicals are here for many years
Because of the story with lava she made milli meals
Mama was a victim, she cry many tears
And seams a women that truly of Kelly ear
All because as a kid he don’t do couple game
This rappers came and ruin it, they way out the game
The lost women destroy many of leag
So my message for all homie are all fully
You got a women that will make sure that she a rider
The devil got bitches on the strip like the lado
Tell me your secrets baby, I will tell you mine
Tell me your secrets baby, I will tell you mine
