Casa Blanca Lyrics

Writing my pain in this pad

I'll show you all the moments we had

They tryna root my family tree inside of this poverty

But I swear to god I won't let em

I swear to god I won't let em

I'm cutting heads offa snakes

I'll do whatever it takes

I'm doin whatever it takes

To get my family out

Writing my pain in this pad

I'll show you all the moments we had

They tryna root my family tree inside of this poverty

But I swear to god I won't let em

I swear to god I won't let em

I'm cutting heads offa snakes

I'll do whatever it takes

I'm doin whatever it takes

To get my family out

Lil girl from the Bronx

She had big dreams (Big dreams)

Knew she'd be a star

She said pick me (Pick me)

Fuck this 9-5

Bitch I can do better (Do better)

But her momma ain't let her

Pulling her strings like gepetto, mind state of the ghetto

That was my momma, and she never made it to the Casa Blanca

But she helped me get to the hill, so don't worry, in a few years ima handle the bills

I know it's raining outside, but ima make the sun shine through

And in a couple years I hope you say "god damn I'm glad I had you"

Nova Linux

My brother showed me love

My sisters made me tough

My mother, well, she did more than enough

For

Young Nova

Writin' my pain in this pad

I'll show you all the moments we had

They tryna root my family tree inside of this poverty

But I swear to god I won't let em

I swear to god I won't let em

I'm cutting heads offa snakes

I'll do whatever it takes

I'm doing whatever it takes

To get my family out

Writing my pain in this pad

I'll show you all the moments we had

They tryna root my family tree inside of this poverty

But I swear to god I won't let em

I swear to god I won't let em

I'm cutting heads offa snakes

I'll do whatever it takes

I'm doing whatever it takes

To get my family out

Lil nigga from the ville

I got big dreams (Big dreams)

I know I'll be a star

Go ahead and pick me (Pick me, pick me)

Fuck all these empty pockets

I know I can do better (Do better)

But the cracker won't let him

Still got me going broke offa one pair of denims

But I need this

Pops takin away the van

He was in his feelings

Army nigga needa pop a xan

He had thoughts of killing

My momma and me

Imagine our family tree

Granny deceased

Tears in my eyes, they didn't see

Lost my soul to that vacancy

The only one that could patch the seams

But i'ma do you proper

I'ma pop a Malta

Couldn't hit the casino with you

Couldn't show you the life that I wanted to

Couldn't get us outta the gutter

But I'll always remember to keep on that rubber (That hat)

Writing my pain in this pad

I'll show you all the moments we had

They tryna root my family tree inside of this poverty

But I swear to god I won't let em

I swear to god I won't let em

I'm cutting heads offa snakes

I'll do whatever it takes

I'm doin whatever it takes

To get my family out

Writing my pain in this pad

I'll show you all the moments we had

They tryna root my family tree inside of this poverty

But I swear to god I won't let em

I swear to god I won't let em

I'm cutting heads offa snakes

I'll do whatever it takes

I'm doing whatever it takes

To get my family out