Willie B - First Evergreen lyrics

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Willie B - First Evergreen lyrics

[Verse 1] Life, damn, picture this sh**, my mom in the middle of sh** (Ooooooh) And she sick of this sh**, her son on some ignorant sh** (Ooooooh) What you think she gon' do? She gon' send him to church (She gon' send him to church) In the city of Compton, that sh** ain't gonna help in the midst of a turf, uh damn And now I'm in the choir and I'm hallelujahin' (hallelujahin') Then I go outside and hear n***as piruin' (n***as piruin') That my cousin Cam, yeah, that n***a a kid too He get dissed, I get dissed too I might as well bang that sh** too Stuck in a circle, well at least I'm no square though Thought that sh** was for weirdos Yes, I ain't a n***a that care though (I don't give no f**s) How we seein' no evil but we hearin' these sirens? How we thinkin' we grounded when all of my n***as is pilots? (What the f**, pilots?) Cause this is plain ol' bullsh** The same old pastor in the same old pulpit (Lord forgive me) Prayin' to God for all the n***as I've lost (n***as I've lost) From the streets that I cross, you think I'm gon' pull out a cross [Hook] When them n***as g**nin' I ain't in this sh** but I'm still in this sh** Them n***as g**nin' Don't get the sh** but I'm still with the sh** Everybody g**n cause them n***as ain't changin' Give a f** if you ain't bangin' cause them n***as g**nin' [Verse 2] What's up with the sh**, I'm still on my thuggin' and sh** (Ooooooh) Like I'm stuck in this sh**, I can't get enough of this sh** (Ooooooh) In the cut with the wine, back when n***as was mobbin' Was up in the Hoovers with no Bobby Johnson And n***as got lost in the city of Compton (Compton) Damn, that's probably the city where n***as was found at (n***as was found at) I'm up in the beach where some n***as had drowned at (Aye shout out to Long Beach) You was thinkin' you real until n***as would shoot (until n***as would shoot) Why we thinkin' it was healthy when all of this sh** was pollution? (What the f** is pollution?) Damn, talkin' dirty done got n***as aired out Thought that sh** was the weird route No, that ain't no sh** that I care 'bout (I don't give no f**s) You hear 'bout them n***as who do all that side talk (do all that side talk) Like they out in the street till the day they get slumped on that side walk It ain't my fault 'bout how my mind's lost sh**, lives lost from all these lines crossed, uh I'm prayin' to God for n***as that's feenin' the title (that's feenin' the title) From the streets that I walk, you think I'm gon' pull out a bible [Hook]