Lyrics Nick Grant – THIS THING OF OURS

THIS THING OF OURS Lyrics – Nick Grant

Singer: Nick Grant
Title: THIS THING OF OURS

I got a kid on the way, pray you healthy, that’s all
If it’s a boy, hope you got my toughness, your mother’s heart
If it’s a girl, gotta raise her up like a goddess, pure
Burn away daddy’s demons, forever my shining star, I’m yours

No Miss Wallace resentin’ us, hurts to hit ’em up
Biggie died for culture, much rather him be here with his blood
A n#gg# status shouldn’t be the reason you send him love
The perfect palette to taste pain, that’s what it was

Now it’s ghetto thick-booty b#tches, you know what’s up
Struttin’ through with her, I snuck the ratchet in the club
Never had the talent, so you let your fashion build your buzz
The n#gg# under the wing could one day become your crutch

Never got my thank you, even family’ll snake you
Money Mitch to Uncle Ice hateful, ungrateful
They risk it all over pride and money, but make it make sense
Just to die in they memory’d be a two-week event

Protect this thing of ours, yeah
Like I’m Tommy DeVito, more Paulie Sorvino in this thing of ours, sh#t
Hard bein’ a negro, never G-Money Nino in this thing of ours, yeah
n#gg#, we under oath, promise to never let the money break the bond

Yeah, yeah, this thing of ours
I feel I hurt the ones that loved me the most
Never intentional, promise won’t do it no more
The more dirt on my name, it’s like the more that I grow

Same environment, but not tyrants like the ones that I know
I left my granny for what I thought was a better life
Came home, memory gone, she closer to the light
Recognized me with gleamy eyes, puttin’ up a fight

She passed away before her baby boy could reach new heights, what is life?
Cops pull up the squad, watchin’ bodies drop in here
Local hustler whip it ’til it lock like rasta hair
Chopper hangin’ out the window like some botched verneers

A funny career, slept on, but I’m revered
As one of the best, but the price is the life I live
Cautious of these crooked smiles in this tryin’ biz
Nasty, filthy, sucio, savage

Never let no rat n#gg# do damage to this motherf#ckin’ thing of ours
Yeah, givin’ game to the youth, watch for Bishop in Juice in this thing of ours
Money don’t make you cool, you can never buy your way inside this thing of ours
Keep the love, I prefer the loyalty, all I need in this thing of ours

Yeah, this thing of ours
Yo, what’s up, Nick? This Sub, homie
I’m just callin’ to say thank you for stayin’ solid when they came to get me, bro
Most n#gg#s would’ve folded, cracked under pressure, but you kept it one hundred, man

Even when them people brought you out there handcuffed, man
You ain’t care about yourself, you wanted to make sure I was straight
That’s real love, my n#gg#, real n#gg# shit
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