You Gon' Learn

Album: Music to Be Murdered By (2020)
Charted: 52
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  • Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
    All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn
    You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
    But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
    Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
    All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn
    You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
    But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn

    I'm a product of properly hoppin' up out of that poverty
    Profitin' off of coppin' and swappin' that property out for a possible monopoly
    Try not to adopt my father's old philosophies
    Same time I'm prayin' to God that everything works out at his colonoscopy
    I'm walkin' across a suicidal tightrope intentionally
    While the demons comin' out of me
    Wifey's on the side of me talkin' sense into me
    Without she, I feel incomplete mentally, she's been sent to me
    Right there since '96, worse nightmare to side chicks, some things are just meant to be
    (Deal with life)
    This it for me, give my daughters a kiss for me
    Y'all call this fame, I call this shit alcoholistic infamy
    Targettin' my kids and babies through population and gun control
    Shit make me wanna make a hunnid more
    Make a bigot racist uncomfortable
    If y'all against talkin' reparation then I'm not against the thought of separation
    While the politicians that are white and privileged
    Ask how is this different from segregation, that's funny bro
    Segregation is bein' told where I'm gonna go
    Separation is bein' woke and goin' wherever I wanna go

    Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
    All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn
    You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
    But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
    Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
    All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn
    You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
    But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn

    Never sold dope for no gold rope
    Wanted one though, they were so dope (yeah)
    Was a have-not (yeah) 'cause my pockets (uh)
    Didn't have knots, I was so broke
    On my last rock, for my slingshot
    Better haul ass, don't be no slow poke (nope)
    Through the tall grass, run your ass off (yeah)
    Oh no, got your pants caught on the fence post
    Getting chased, by them Jackboys, think it's 'bout to fuzz
    Like a lint roller they wait 'til it's late, they will tiptoe
    Through your living room window
    Take your Nintendo and then skate
    Making you feel like you got bent over and raped
    Little boy, you're never gonna get no rope chain
    Get your shit stole, and your lip swole, I became bitter
    As I got a little bit older, my hate
    Was making me get colder, began to get a chipped shoulder
    Started to spit vulgar, my ZIP code had been skid row
    But I ate every single beat that I spit over, the shithole I escaped
    Then I began to explode, detonate, now the Eastside went schizo
    Thought my name was B-side 'cause they flipped over my tape
    And I won't hesitate
    To get 'em all bent so outta shape
    Oh shit bro, hold up, wait
    I just tripped over my cape (Superman)
    And I'm not gonna let 'em treat the paper like I'm chopping a letter
    Dre'll tell you I shred
    So when you refer to the guy next to the Doc, you meant shredder
    Now the cops wanna set up roadblocks on my head, I
    Got several bounties from feds in every county
    I'm with a gal at a Checkers wiling
    Bumping "Fuck Da Police" while I fed her Rally's
    This shit is like Romper Room
    Why do I feel responsible for these kids?
    All of whom I'm a father to
    I'm a God to you, y'all better worship the water I walk on
    Or y'all gonna meet your Waterloo
    I get to flippin' the mic as a murder weapon
    I'm poppin' an extra clip, then cock and shoot, then I'm popping
    Do not let me catch you slippin'
    I will pop up and I'll take a spot from you
    I'll get to doing what a leaky faucet do
    But I ain't talkin' drip when I say that I'll get the drop on you
    Singin' fuck all of you in Autotune
    I am too volatile and too grizzly to bear
    Yeah, shit is gettin' to where I can barely even sit in a chair
    I bust my ass for this shit and I swear
    It ain't even worth dissing someone so offbeat
    That they can't even figure out where their words
    Should hit the kick and the snare

    Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
    All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn
    You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
    But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
    Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
    All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn
    You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
    But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn Writer/s: Bobby Jefrey Yewah, Carol Connors, David L. Shire, Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall B. III Mathers, Ramon Jr. Ibanga, Ryan Daniel Montgomery, Tim S. Schoegje
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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