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lirik lagu emanuel brown, cotto - integrity

overly productive
childhood trauma
made me overly seductive
know i’m tryna f~ck

you ain’t got to ask
o you home alone
where ya momma at?

nowadays
n~ggas ain’t showing integrity
screaming that it’s love
honesty is just deafening

sit with me
giving you lessons
that i’ve gained from life
people only love you

if they can eat and sleep at night
dirty right
tell you right now
we don’t play them games

switching lanes
me and you homie
na we ain’t the same
been patient still introverted
but i still spazz
cold flows
never been afraid
to strike a d~mn match

give gas
upped my class
love the art
not just the green

flows printing money
thinking that its funny
judging my appearance
but know nothing bout my clearance

truth hits the hardest
not a rapper but a artist
what i’m carving
is a legacy to get it from the mud

dirty with stains
then appreciate the suds
not riding on a coat tail
waiting for the bus

or walking on the streets
not as easy as you think
not looking for a hand out
our paying for attention
brick by brick
building up the frame
be a good person
teach my son to do the same

at the end of the day
all you got is your name
remember where i was
before people got a buzz

now they acting different
cuz they paid to get some love
but the love that they received
is jealousy beneath

smiling in your face
talking all behind the scenes
money comes money goes
attention does too

integrity is real
people watching all your moves
so what you gonna do
when they plotting that you lose

biting on the hands
that was steady giving food
whats the move
n~ggas say they knew
but never had morals
smiling in your facing
trying keep it all cordial
pressure on

they fold though
never been my style
want to wear my shoes
but will never walk the miles

overly productive
childhood trauma
made me overly seductive
know i’m tryna f~ck

you ain’t got to ask
o you home alone
where ya momma at?
where ya daddy at?

where ya granny at?
do anybody care about you?
where ya family at?
thoughts used to run

through a n~gga mind
on occasion i would yield
but miss the bigger signs
but even though you fine

you wasn’t fine
today this p~ssy all mine
but you wasn’t mine
i wasn’t yours either

you used to call me
a lying ass libra
i used to only call you
when i need ya

i’m h~rny
i’m fin’ to come see ya
you know self love
start at home

this kind of l~st
would never lead to a home
with some kids
you take to school every mornin

you probably end up
raising them alone
daddy gone
can’t get him on the phone

by the time he come home
them babies grown
what goin do to make ends meet?
what you going to feed them babies?

you got a new n~gga
treat ya crazy
he beat ya ass
but at least he drive mercedes

he curse you out
but at least you his lady
you don’t even take care
of his own babies

sometimes i feel guilty
for the early road
i played in your journey
as a younger man

all the sh~t i used to throw
in your face
the least i could of done
was pitch it underhand

i lacked the ability
to understand
the seeds grow stalk
while it’s under land

you lucky if it’s rot
and grow fruit
your lucky if they pull you over
and they don’t shoot

that’s rare these days
i question myself
how much i care these days
i question myself

how much i share these days
i got a couple thousands
i can spare these days
look inside

and it feel like
nothing there
these days

- lirik lagu emanuel brown cotto

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