CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Ignorance
A wise man he told me this, he said that ignorance is bliss
Well if this ignorance is bliss, then why you niggas carry clips
Tryna catch a nigga slip
Prolly runnin' up a lip, or just for f*ckin with his chick
Man that shit don't make no sense
Man you selfish as f*ck
You got your baby mama riding with you
Banging out the window now your, baby mama dying with you
Damn, I hope to god that she ain't ask for this life
But then again, she knew you bang, so did she ask for this life?
I'm drinking too much
Trippin' off the bottle, thinkin' too much
Drinking too much
Maybe I should sit this bottle down
Cause niggas hella quick to shoot, nobody wanna squabble now
I'm 'bout to cop a nine too, huh
But bustin' back won't bring my brother back
You got a gun, you feel it hard, ain't hearin' none of that
You love your hood, you love your street, and all the colors that you reppin'
Prolly end up dead or jailed and then your child is left neglected, what the f*ck nigga?
So what the f*ck nigga?
Man, so what the f*ck nigga?
Tell ya mama you don't love 'em
I'll tell ya family you don't love 'em
Hey, tell ya chil'ren you don't love 'em
Cause if you love 'em why the f*ck do you bang?
Answer that
Oh I know, cause you just wanna be a hood nigga
Forgot the object is to get up out the hood, nigga
Huh, I know some women love a hood nigga
You want your kids to have a father find a good nigga
Huh, but you just wanna be a hood nigga
Forgot the object is to get up out the hood, nigga
Well if this ignorance is bliss, then why you niggas carry clips
Tryna catch a nigga slip
Prolly runnin' up a lip, or just for f*ckin with his chick
Man that shit don't make no sense
Man you selfish as f*ck
You got your baby mama riding with you
Banging out the window now your, baby mama dying with you
Damn, I hope to god that she ain't ask for this life
But then again, she knew you bang, so did she ask for this life?
I'm drinking too much
Trippin' off the bottle, thinkin' too much
Drinking too much
Maybe I should sit this bottle down
Cause niggas hella quick to shoot, nobody wanna squabble now
I'm 'bout to cop a nine too, huh
But bustin' back won't bring my brother back
You got a gun, you feel it hard, ain't hearin' none of that
You love your hood, you love your street, and all the colors that you reppin'
Prolly end up dead or jailed and then your child is left neglected, what the f*ck nigga?
So what the f*ck nigga?
Man, so what the f*ck nigga?
Tell ya mama you don't love 'em
I'll tell ya family you don't love 'em
Hey, tell ya chil'ren you don't love 'em
Cause if you love 'em why the f*ck do you bang?
Answer that
Oh I know, cause you just wanna be a hood nigga
Forgot the object is to get up out the hood, nigga
Huh, I know some women love a hood nigga
You want your kids to have a father find a good nigga
Huh, but you just wanna be a hood nigga
Forgot the object is to get up out the hood, nigga
