The Joy

A little sugar, honey suckle lamb
Great expression of happiness
Boy, you could not miss with a dozen roses
Such would astound you
The joy of children laughing around you
These are the makings of you
It is true, the makings of you, oh
I do it for the fore-fathers and the street authors
That are not A&Rs in the cheap office
Rappers that never got signed but they keep offers
Girls thats way too fine for us to keep off us
Gave her a handshake only for my mans sake
She in her birthday suit cause of the damn cake
Now theres crumbs all over the damn place
And she want me to cum all over her damn face
I never understood planned parenthood
Cause I never met nobody plan to be a parent in the hood
Taking refills of that plan B pill
Another shorty that wont make it to the family will
If I dont make it, cant take it, hope the family will
They aint crazy they dont know how insanity feel
Don C just had a shorty so its not that bad
But I still hear the ghosts of the kids I never had
A little sugar, honey suckle lamb
Great expression of happiness
Boy, you could not miss with a dozen roses
Such would astound you
The joy of children laughing around you
These are the makings of you
It is true, the makings of you, oh
No Electro, no metro , a little retro, I perfecto
You know the demo, ya boy act wild
You aint get the memo, Yeezys back in style
Now when Rome go Gidget the other got Bridget
Whats more tripped out though is they sisters
Nah, you aint listen, they black, they sisters
They momma, named them after white bitches
So next time you see me on your fallopian
Though the Jewelrys Egytian, know the hungers Ethiopian
Stupid questions like 'Is he gon be dope again?
Have You seen him? has anybody spoke to him?'
This beat deserves Hennessy,
A bad bitch and a bag of weed the Holy Trinity
In the mirror where I see my only enemy,
Your lifes cursed, well mines an obscenity
A little sugar, honey suckle lamb
Great expression of happiness
Boy, you could not miss with a dozen roses
Such would astound you
The joy of children laughing around you
These are the makings of you
It is true, the makings of you, oh
This is my momma sh-t
I used to hear this through the walls in the hood
When I was back in my pyjama sh-t
Afros and marijuana sticks,
Seeds and the ganja hat will be popping like the sample that Im rhyming with
Pete Rock, let the needle drop
I seen so much as a kid they surprised I dont needle pop
Taking sips of pop, six packs of millanips
Pink champel , Valentine L
Ballys on my feet help me balance out well
That and the sh-t I used to balance on the scale
I got it honest from the parties from my mommas
Virgin Marys try to judge her, Im like 'where the Madonnas now?'
Give all glory to Gloria, they said
'You raised that boy too fast, but you was raising a warrior'
We victorious, theyll never take the joy from us
Keep you hands up, get mine up
Dont let them take your fire
Keep you hands up, get mine up
Dont let them take your fire
Keep you hands up, get mine up
Dont let them take your fire
Keep you hands up, get mine up
Yeaaaah, okay
Its Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay
Its Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay
Its Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay
Its Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay