R.i.P. Debo
R.i.P. Debo

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R.i.P. Debo Lyrics

Boy yo momma did a hell of a job raising you
You can't change me pop Im 34 years old
If you wanted to change me
You should of been there when I was growing up
I come by to see you ask you for ten dollars
And you wanna talk about how I was raised
You don't know nothing about how I was raised
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
I be the golden child bold and wild I got to blow
High in front my elders with no eye drops or no
Respect I been neglected since a ion ago
Nigga been dope but how a peon a know
Light skin honey that's dijon to go
Mansfield nigga like Keon and Poe
Never see me out dog I be on the low
This yo last meal niggas can't eat mine no mo
I roll the grass and hit the gas I need the finer things
Skinny negro to the majors skipped the minor league
They want you dead they infiltrating keep a mouse trap
Don't let suspicious niggas find out where yo house at
Bout to bounce back from a losing streak
Had to cut a couple people off they was using me
TJ been a smart guy you can't tutor me
Goofies go live talking bout what they gone do to me
But I don't do computer beef
Envy is a plague, the people give me props
But why they statements always vague, I don't know what else to say
Leave a right on playa and get back to my day
Swear they energy be pushin' me away, hey
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
Niggsa tryna take yo cornbread better eat yos
The world need bullies man R.I.P. Debo
Taught me not to never fear nothing live peaceful
Get up on yo beast mode and grind it like a cheat code
Sega dreamcast Tony hawk on the half pipe
Life just ups and downs gotta get yo math right
Star of this movie called life get yo act right
Hit the treadmill or deadlift keep yo back tight
I be the golden child, watch how I hold the crowd
I motivate the good fathers tryna hold it down
And I could talk drugs but nigga I'm on em now
With a dime making sushi we blow a quarter down
I was looking for a slight loan
Took one look at my credit told me they would never call Tyrone
Fuck it I'd rather have the cash told em put it in the bag
This a stick up nigga move and Imma blast
Niggas knew me from ballin' I ain't the same hooper
Jump planes like Dan Cooper the Vancoover
Mike Bibby, Right Silly the hit man
Gotta stay patient they'd pay to see you in quicksand
Wish I could see the world through my little man eyes
Experience corrupted my brain I can understand why
The more shit change the more it stay the same
Never know just who gone lose you gotta play the game, ay
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
How selfish we brought you in this world knowing we all gotta go
And exposed you to some pain that you would never have to know
My biggest fear is bringing you here and leaving the earth
Without giving you the tools I hope you never have to search
Pick up where I left off at, pitch racks in accounts
So if death a option then you caught that
I go so much game to give, got it from ya grandpa
He got it from my grandpa, you riding with the vanguard
Young fighter coming out the field Tony Hanshaw
Or you can call me Prince Charles, you gotta keep ya hands sharp
This world a crazy place keep a weapon for the anarchs
Stay up on ya grind turn that pressure to a landmark
Knowledge is the number 1
Looking at ya smile and I can tell that you your mothers son, watch out kid
Smiling faces and compliments all they gonna show
But everything is deceitful Ezra you gotta know
This world don't love you son
Not like I love you son
This world don't love you son
Not like I love you son

Boy yo momma did a hell of a job raising you
You can't change me pop Im 34 years old
If you wanted to change me
You should of been there when I was growing up
I come by to see you ask you for ten dollars
And you wanna talk about how I was raised
You don't know nothing about how I was raised
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
I be the golden child bold and wild I got to blow
High in front my elders with no eye drops or no
Respect I been neglected since a ion ago
Nigga been dope but how a peon a know
Light skin honey that's dijon to go
Mansfield nigga like Keon and Poe
Never see me out dog I be on the low
This yo last meal niggas can't eat mine no mo
I roll the grass and hit the gas I need the finer things
Skinny negro to the majors skipped the minor league
They want you dead they infiltrating keep a mouse trap
Don't let suspicious niggas find out where yo house at
Bout to bounce back from a losing streak
Had to cut a couple people off they was using me
TJ been a smart guy you can't tutor me
Goofies go live talking bout what they gone do to me
But I don't do computer beef
Envy is a plague, the people give me props
But why they statements always vague, I don't know what else to say
Leave a right on playa and get back to my day
Swear they energy be pushin' me away, hey
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
Niggsa tryna take yo cornbread better eat yos
The world need bullies man R.I.P. Debo
Taught me not to never fear nothing live peaceful
Get up on yo beast mode and grind it like a cheat code
Sega dreamcast Tony hawk on the half pipe
Life just ups and downs gotta get yo math right
Star of this movie called life get yo act right
Hit the treadmill or deadlift keep yo back tight
I be the golden child, watch how I hold the crowd
I motivate the good fathers tryna hold it down
And I could talk drugs but nigga I'm on em now
With a dime making sushi we blow a quarter down
I was looking for a slight loan
Took one look at my credit told me they would never call Tyrone
Fuck it I'd rather have the cash told em put it in the bag
This a stick up nigga move and Imma blast
Niggas knew me from ballin' I ain't the same hooper
Jump planes like Dan Cooper the Vancoover
Mike Bibby, Right Silly the hit man
Gotta stay patient they'd pay to see you in quicksand
Wish I could see the world through my little man eyes
Experience corrupted my brain I can understand why
The more shit change the more it stay the same
Never know just who gone lose you gotta play the game, ay
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
This world don't love you son
How selfish we brought you in this world knowing we all gotta go
And exposed you to some pain that you would never have to know
My biggest fear is bringing you here and leaving the earth
Without giving you the tools I hope you never have to search
Pick up where I left off at, pitch racks in accounts
So if death a option then you caught that
I go so much game to give, got it from ya grandpa
He got it from my grandpa, you riding with the vanguard
Young fighter coming out the field Tony Hanshaw
Or you can call me Prince Charles, you gotta keep ya hands sharp
This world a crazy place keep a weapon for the anarchs
Stay up on ya grind turn that pressure to a landmark
Knowledge is the number 1
Looking at ya smile and I can tell that you your mothers son, watch out kid
Smiling faces and compliments all they gonna show
But everything is deceitful Ezra you gotta know
This world don't love you son
Not like I love you son
This world don't love you son
Not like I love you son

Writer(s): Tyrone Lindsay Jr.
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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