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MN Ep.001: mY DaDDy!
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Now if your thinking I'm a MoNstA
you should have met my Daddy!..
an old pimp Engine
in love with him some Caddys..
he used to ride me shotgun..
I learned his walk and his talk
that's why I swag when I step..
his partnas call me Young Pep..
his hoes would call me Junior..
a few had even told me..
if i were older what they would do with me..
this game aint new to me
can't say I seen it all..
but in this jungle I'm a panther with some long sharp craws..
I match my fit to my drawls..
been taught to get in tie um up and take it all..
(FATHER)
'Son stack like you a factor
but never portray a king..
you see bullets fly at the crown
so let the shadows be your friend..'
He take me to his gambling spot
where I would sweep and mop..
and soak up game from cats like Slim, Black and Hi-Top..
these lessons don't stop..
and I'm still learning..
they say Young Red Hot..
keep these fires burning..
now Slim would tell me..
'Ah yung bwa mek sur you keep you coo!'
see he Jamaican
but he known to act a damn foo!..
Black..
that's my Dad's ace boon..
one day I saw them prepping for a job
looking like two raccoons..
now these are just a couple lessons that i learn as a youth..
like never confront a group of thugs like you bulletproof
and since you aint just catch that Tony by is lonely..
oh.. it's a different story when he aint got all his homies..
(FATHER)
'Son I seen um cryin, snottin, shittin and pissin..
hopin and wishin that they wasn't in this position..
but the game is live and puttin it on pause..
just watch your mouth..
it's them sharp tongues that start these wars..
say what you mean..
mean what you say..
Son there's killers out here..
these boys don't come to play..
So..
mind your business..
get you some hustle..
make you some money..
then hire you so mussel.. '
RH Peppers.. 8^/
Now if your thinking I'm a MoNstA
you should have met my Daddy!..
an old pimp Engine
in love with him some Caddys..
he used to ride me shotgun..
I learned his walk and his talk
that's why I swag when I step..
his partnas call me Young Pep..
his hoes would call me Junior..
a few had even told me..
if i were older what they would do with me..
this game aint new to me
can't say I seen it all..
but in this jungle I'm a panther with some long sharp craws..
I match my fit to my drawls..
been taught to get in tie um up and take it all..
(FATHER)
'Son stack like you a factor
but never portray a king..
you see bullets fly at the crown
so let the shadows be your friend..'
He take me to his gambling spot
where I would sweep and mop..
and soak up game from cats like Slim, Black and Hi-Top..
these lessons don't stop..
and I'm still learning..
they say Young Red Hot..
keep these fires burning..
now Slim would tell me..
'Ah yung bwa mek sur you keep you coo!'
see he Jamaican
but he known to act a damn foo!..
Black..
that's my Dad's ace boon..
one day I saw them prepping for a job
looking like two raccoons..
now these are just a couple lessons that i learn as a youth..
like never confront a group of thugs like you bulletproof
and since you aint just catch that Tony by is lonely..
oh.. it's a different story when he aint got all his homies..
(FATHER)
'Son I seen um cryin, snottin, shittin and pissin..
hopin and wishin that they wasn't in this position..
but the game is live and puttin it on pause..
just watch your mouth..
it's them sharp tongues that start these wars..
say what you mean..
mean what you say..
Son there's killers out here..
these boys don't come to play..
So..
mind your business..
get you some hustle..
make you some money..
then hire you so mussel.. '
RH Peppers.. 8^/
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