Young blood what it is
Slow it down let me show you how to live
Ive been seeing and you past through you
Ever when I make a lil' cash
Ill show you how it is
All you have to do is hit the block
Nah man im good you're gunna
Mess around and get me shot
Nah man ima mess around and get you paid
You but my Uncle Joe up in the grave
Wait a minute man chill
Plus my momma told don't
Mess with you fo you mean me no good
Yo momma mean well and said what she should
But how do you expect to leave out your hood
How do you expect to make it
Graduate and then go to collage
You ain't got the knowlage or the scholarship
You can't pay tuition you ain't got them dollars
Lets be honest brah you can't afford it
You see your mom will benefit assure it
I can buy my way through im good its good
Im mean you're cool and all but
You're not Michel Jordan
No disrespect but I can make you bears
And they'll be so thick
That you can't fold them up
And in the colden bro
What you bout seventeen?
Nah man, im fifteen!
Brah thats old enough!
(Phone Call)
Yeah I hear you, your off is cool
But ima keep my lane
I see what happen to them other dudes
That put they hope you and all leave in shame
They leave in boxes are they leave in chains
But its all the same because its you that trained
Nah I don't make them stay
They can leave when ever
Yeah they all belive that untill somebody clappa
What the problem, huh?
Why so hostile?
Mommas baby doing what he's told?
You need a bottle and your diaper change?
You're to scared to hang
You're to smart to walk?
Ey, whatever im just being smart
Seeing though your lies, that dont make me softer
And I see them other guys who didn't cut you off
Then lived a life of crime
And ended up getting caught
What you trying to say thats my fault?
Now take a look around it my town
I could but you down, I can make you boss