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Yo, yoo
Yo, yoo
Yeah

And lately I've been drinking like its gone out of style
Everything that's wrong for me is the only reason I smile
And they been saying, "Chaz, you goin' get it for a while."
And it get to me more and more, each and every time
Got me thinkin' "Nigga, when I'mma see it?"
Sometimes I just don't believe it
It got me questionin' Jesus
So maybe it ain't my season
I pray for p*ssy and power
More patience, paper, and timing
Better relations with mama
Plus I be raising my daughter
I hope she don't get my karma
They say that I got it comin'
Cause I've been livin' cold hearted
Tell 'em I love 'em don't mean it
I make 'em feel like I need 'em
I often live in the moment
I'm just a...Gemini
Gettin' betta with the time
No dolla', just a dream
Living proof that everything ain't what it seems
Cliche, considered typical
But when times are critical
Take this time to vent to you
Interview like it's a job that I gotta do
Some of this shit don't apply to you
I just pray mom and pop will see me prosper, I swear
Playin' a role of a father
She deserves a Oscar, I swear
And though he tried to pay his part
And he seemed so sincere
How the f*ck you 'pposed to raise a man when you was sentenced some years?
But he taught me how to pour up
How not to get my diploma
How to diss on a woman and live off being dishonest
How to put on a condom and take care yo baby mamas
How to bottle yo problems
What a role model he was, awh

Young nigga, what you know 'bout it
Young nigga, what you know 'bout it
Yeah, we done seen it all
And we done done the most, my nigga
And found the wrong way to go bout' it

Young nigga, what you know 'bout it
Young nigga, what you know
Young nigga, what you know 'bout it
Young nigga, what you know 'bout it
Know 'bout it, know 'bout it, know 'bout it, know 'bout it
Young nigga, what you know 'bout it
Young nigga, what you know 'bout it
Know 'bout it, know 'bout it, know 'bout it, know 'bout it
Know 'bout it

Ha, yuh
Mobbin' with my niggas, gettin' stuck here in the system
Boy, I told 'em I'll be rich when they came home
Nigga that's a different type of livin'
Papa grew up in the prisons
Mama never let me know he called the phone
Man, now they really got me thinkin'
Maybe it'll all be different
If they wasn't servin' the sentence at all
Shit, I'll probably never understand
And probably get the answers
I'mma be the problem and never get solved
But shit, f*ck it we gotta get it
We tired of no pot to piss in
Say f*ck it, let pop the pistol
We all outta' options, nigga
Say mama tellin' me, "That ain't the way out."
Say "Just be patient, baby boy. It'll play out."
But honestly all that waitin' shit gettin' played out
So we stay faded, hopin' the feelin'll fade out
Highs for the lows, don't ever take it away now
I'm gettin' it on my own, I'm holdin' it all the way down
Stay down, like

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