Aunt Gerrys Fried Chicken

Yeah
And you wonder why I dont answer
A question take two stanzas
I guess progression is the new standard
My own possessions that I hold for ransom
Back then when momma wasnt mom she was a dancer
Caged in, all my fathers flaws is sitting handsome
On a nigga, I still fidget when Im feeling ramped up
I was just a Bambino with [?] in Milano
Leading, do you follow?
Bleed until Im hollow
The pyramid made of limestone, my brother off the bottle
Took him to a grave place, my feelings getting coddled
Bodies on the block and momma screaming when they shot him
You could use a couple wishes, took some time to makе your mind up
In it til my time done, try to redеfine son
I was out in Nashville remembering the Titans
I wonder how my dad feel knowing Im just like em
With a little more perspective, the both of us is psychic
I wrote this lil verse up and Im hoping that you like it
Hoping you recite it and you shout it at the moonlight
The tale of my hiding, dont tell where my hiding place at
I provide it, you can feel it
Sliding on the track, Im Jesse Owens how Im flying across the sand
They say the little man is striving
Aunt Gerrys chicken in the pan frying
All of you, the memories just gotta find em
Dark clouds, just tryna see a gold lining
It wasnt long that the sun wasnt shining
98 when Randy Moss was with the Vikings
97 I was born, now I am flying
Now I am flying
Now I am flying
Jesse Owens on the track how Im flying across the sand
They say the little man is striving
Aunt Gerrys chicken in the pan frying
Its all of you, the memories just gotta find em
Them dark clouds , just tryna see a gold lining
It wasnt long that the sun wasnt shining
98 when Randy Moss was with the Vikings
97 I was born, now I am flying
Now I am flying
Now I am flying