Lute - September 3rd lyrics

[Verse: Lute] Pop bottles, pour liquor to the grave sh** I do this for my aunt that couldn't live to see the day And my n***as got kids on the way, so I do this for my n***as and my kids someday sh**, so pray to god that I'm their father When im seeing these hoes they looking good for future daughters Will the dog pave the road paint the road and get her caught up Thats why I find it better, its better then I taught her A n***a ain't sh** so when that sectional is brought up She can easily tell a n***a that ain't the way the she was brought up Daddy teach you better cause my daddy taught me nada sh**, not a damn thing So when these devils out here lurking, who gon' save my soul mayne Money hungry for these dollars cause myself I got to gain Past b**hes swear they love me, they just say that sh** in vain My bad b**h my one and only picture perfect check her frame sh**, so what the f** I need a maid for These b**hes in my city probably f**ed my whole circle sh**, I work hard to obtain bro f** you mean you hardly scratching the surface Live fast, die hard, try hard at your purpose Cause, in the end we all lay where the earth is Do anything you mention as your mission to be urgent Skys the limit bro make every minute worth it And my auntie yelling preach, how many secrets in these churches So who are we to trust, there ain't no jobs for us So education is a must but then what happened to these teachers being teach teaching my niece All the wrong things, so I pray to black jesus Never lost faith restored the faith into my people And wether a straight or gay, god made us all equal White, black or brown we got all the same features, so I pray to black Jesus I think the world need me and this just might be my reason