Aunt Gerry's Fried Chicken

[Intro] Yeah [Verse] And you wonder why I don't answer A question take two stanzas I guess progression is the new standard My own possessions that I hold for ransom Back then when momma wasn't mom she was a dancer Caged in, all my father's flaws is sitting handsome On a nigga, I still fidget when I'm feeling ramped up I was just a Bambino with Santi in Milano Leading, do you follow? Bleed until I'm hollow The pyramid made of limestone, my brother off the bottle Took him to a grave place, my feelings getting coddled Bodies on the block and momma screaming when they shot him You could use a couple wishes, took some time to makе your mind up In it 'til my time done, try to redеfine son I was out in Nashville remembering the Titans I wonder how my dad feel, knowing I'm just like him With a little more perspective, the both of us is psychic I wrote this lil' verse up and I'm hoping that you like it Hoping you recite it and you shout it at the moonlight The tale of my hiding, don't tell where my hiding place at I provide it, you can feel it Sliding on the track, I'm Jesse Owens how I'm flying across the sand They say the little man is striving Aunt Gerry's chicken in the pan frying All of you, the memories just gotta find 'em Dark clouds, just tryna see a gold lining It wasn't long that the sun wasn't shining '98 when Randy Moss was with the Vikings '97 I was born, now I am flying Now I am flying [Outro] Now I am flying Jesse Owens on the track how I'm flying across the sand They say the little man is striving Aunt Gerry's chicken in the pan frying It's all of you, the memories just gotta find 'em Them dark clouds, just tryna see a gold lining It wasn't long that the sun wasn't shining '98 when Randy Moss was with the Vikings '97 I was born, now I am flying Now I am flying Now I am flying