Verse
Cm Gm Cm
I'm a product of properly hoppin' up out of that poverty
Cm Gm Cm
Profitin' all for coppin' and swappin' that property out for a possible monopoly
Cm Gm
Try not to adopt my father's old philosophies
Cm Gm
Same time I'm prayin' to God that everything works out at his colonoscopy
Cm Gm
I'm walkin' across a suicidal tightrope intentionally
Cm Gm
While the demons comin' out of me
Cm Gm
Wifey's on the side of me talkin' sense into me
Cm Gm
Without she, I feel incomplete mentally, she's been sent to me
Cm Gm
Right there since '96, worse nightmare to side chicks, some things are just meant to be
Cm Gm
Deal with life
Cm Gm
This it for me, give my daughters a kiss for me
Cm Gm
Y'all call this fame, I call this shit alcoholistic infamy
Cm Gm
Targettin' my kids and babies through population and gun control
Cm Gm
Shit make me wanna make a hunnid more
Cm Gm
Make a bigot racist uncomfortable
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If y'all against talk and reparation then I'm not against the thought of separation
Cm Gm
While the politicians that are white and privileged ask how is this different from segregation,
that's funny bro
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The segregation is bein' told where I'm gonna go
Cm Gm
Separation is bein' woke and goin' wherever I wanna go
[Chorus]
Cm Gm Cm
Pray you see tomorrow lil' boy, you gon' learn
Cm Gm Cm
All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn
Cm Gm Cm
You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
Cm Gm Cm
But I pray you see tomorrow lil' boy, you gon' learn
Cm Gm Cm
Pray you see tomorrow lil' boy, you gon' learn
Cm Gm Cm
All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn
Cm Gm Cm
You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
Cm Gm Cm
But I pray you see tomorrow lil' boy, you gon' learn
[Verse 2]
Cm Gm
Never sold dope, from the gold rope
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Wanted one though, they were so dope (Yeah)
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Was a have-not (Yeah) 'cause my pockets (Uh)
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Didn't have knots, I was so broke
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On my last rock, for my slingshot
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Better haul ass, don't be no slow poke (Nope)
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Through the tall grass, run your ass off (Yeah)
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Oh no, got your pants caught on the fence post
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Getting chased, by them Jackboys, think it's 'bout to fuzz
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Like a lint roller they wait 'til it's late, they will tiptoe
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Through your living room window
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Take your Nintendo and then skate
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Making you feel like you got bent over and raped
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Little boy, you're never gonna get no rope chain
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Get your shit stole, and your lip swole, I became bitter
Cm Gm
As I got a little bit older, my hate
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Was making me get cold, and began to get a chipped shoulder
Cm Gm
Started to spit vulgar, my ZIP code had been skid row
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But I ate every single beat that I spit over, the shithole I escaped
Cm Gm
Then I began to explode, detonate, now the Eastside went schizo
Cm Gm
Thought my name was B-side 'cause they flipped over my tape
Cm Gm
And I won't hesitate
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To get 'em all bent so outta shape
Cm Gm
Oh shit bro, hold up, wait
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I just tripped over my cape (Superman)
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And I'm not gonna let 'em treat the paper like I'm chopping a letter
Cm Gm
Dre'll tell you how I shred
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So when you refer to the guy next to the doc, you meant shredder
Cm Gm
Now the cops wanna set up roadblocks on my head, I
Cm Gm
Got several bounties from feds in every county
Cm Gm
I'm with a gal at a Checkers wiling
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Bumping "Fuck Da Police" while I fed her Rally's
Cm Gm
This shit is like Romper Room
Cm Gm
Why do I feel responsible for these kids?
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All of whom I'm a father to
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I'm a God to you, y'all better worship the water I walk on
Cm Gm
Or y'all gonna meet your Waterloo
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I get to flippin' the mic' as a murder weapon
Cm Gm
I'm poppin' an extra clip, then cock and shoot, then I'm popping
Cm Gm
Do not let me catch you slippin'
Cm Gm
I will pop up and I'll take a spot from you
Cm Gm
I'll get to doing what a leaky faucet do
Cm Gm
But I ain't talkin' drip when I say that I'll get the drop on you
Cm Gm
Singin' fuck all of you in Autotune
Cm Gm
I am too volatile and too grizzly to bear
Cm Gm
Yeah, shit is gettin' to where I can barely even sit in a chair
Cm Gm
I bust my ass for this shit and I swear
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It ain't even worth dissing someone so offbeat
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That they can't even figure out where their words
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Should hit the kick and the snare
[Chorus]
Cm Gm Cm
Pray you see tomorrow lil' boy, you gon' learn
Cm Gm Cm
All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn
Cm Gm Cm
You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
Cm Gm Cm
But I pray you see tomorrow lil' boy, you gon' learn
Cm Gm Cm
Pray you see tomorrow lil' boy, you gon' learn
Cm Gm Cm
All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn
Cm Gm Cm
You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
Cm Gm Cm
But I pray you see tomorrow lil' boy, you gon' learn
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