My daddy taught me how to hold my gun, but I don't want to shoot no one
My daddy taught me how to shoot my gun, but I don't want to kill no one
James Baldwin said it best, you need a little rage, so I just let it drip, let the ink fill up the page
Prayin' for better days, holdin' a 12-gauge, but these crooked motherf*ckers wanna see
You in a cage
How can they say that this the land of the free, when there's still states out here practicing
Slavery
Very plain to see that this isn't history, so you say what you want, but it's unsavory
My daddy taught me how to hold my gun, but I don't want to shoot no one
My daddy taught me how to shoot my gun, but I don't want to kill no one
Wave your flag, sag your pants, actin' ass, get the cash
Yeah the American way, beat you black and blue, lookin' like Flavor Flav
Standin' on top, this is just a higher level, and I don't need a gold chain watch or a bezel
Still heavy metal, till the dust settle, down for whatever, now I got leverage
My daddy taught me how to hold my gun, but I don't want to shoot no one
My daddy taught me how to shoot my gun, but I don't want to kill no one
My daddy taught me how to hold my gun, but I don't want to shoot no one
My daddy taught me how to shoot my gun, but I don't want to kill no one
Ea$y Money - My daddy taught me(How to shoot my gun) Lyrics
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My daddy taught me how to hold my gun, but I don't want to shoot no one
My daddy taught me how to shoot my gun, but I don't want to kill no one
James Baldwin said it best, you need a little rage, so I just let it drip, let the ink fill up the page
Prayin' for better days, holdin' a 12-gauge, but these crooked motherf*ckers wanna see
You in a cage
How can they say that this the land of the free, when there's still states out here practicing
Slavery
Very plain to see that this isn't history, so you say what you want, but it's unsavory
My daddy taught me how to hold my gun, but I don't want to shoot no one
My daddy taught me how to shoot my gun, but I don't want to kill no one
Wave your flag, sag your pants, actin' ass, get the cash
Yeah the American way, beat you black and blue, lookin' like Flavor Flav
Standin' on top, this is just a higher level, and I don't need a gold chain watch or a bezel
Still heavy metal, till the dust settle, down for whatever, now I got leverage
My daddy taught me how to hold my gun, but I don't want to shoot no one
My daddy taught me how to shoot my gun, but I don't want to kill no one
My daddy taught me how to hold my gun, but I don't want to shoot no one
My daddy taught me how to shoot my gun, but I don't want to kill no one
My daddy taught me how to shoot my gun, but I don't want to kill no one
James Baldwin said it best, you need a little rage, so I just let it drip, let the ink fill up the page
Prayin' for better days, holdin' a 12-gauge, but these crooked motherf*ckers wanna see
You in a cage
How can they say that this the land of the free, when there's still states out here practicing
Slavery
Very plain to see that this isn't history, so you say what you want, but it's unsavory
My daddy taught me how to hold my gun, but I don't want to shoot no one
My daddy taught me how to shoot my gun, but I don't want to kill no one
Wave your flag, sag your pants, actin' ass, get the cash
Yeah the American way, beat you black and blue, lookin' like Flavor Flav
Standin' on top, this is just a higher level, and I don't need a gold chain watch or a bezel
Still heavy metal, till the dust settle, down for whatever, now I got leverage
My daddy taught me how to hold my gun, but I don't want to shoot no one
My daddy taught me how to shoot my gun, but I don't want to kill no one
My daddy taught me how to hold my gun, but I don't want to shoot no one
My daddy taught me how to shoot my gun, but I don't want to kill no one
Writer: Marques Lee
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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