Part II

Go back the way you came Wrong way uh, if you stay Prepare to have yo' shit rearranged The way, I say Where gold niggas spoon whipping over Pyrex And brown skin acute spineless With two kids, hood-minded See adolescents fall victim to the mindless Yeah, so baby-sitters, if you love us And never pet the piggies, hide the chickens in the covers See that's the family stones and drop jewels That's the only way the family love us My momma water whipping while my daddy in a jail Cause fast life look better than a J-O And don't this feel like '95 nigga? A drive-by killed 5 niggas So what you doing with your life nigga? And I reply, "Getting high, nigga" An introduction to the hopeless Generations passed down to the dope biz Like I ain't got no, no crazy-ass, cliche-ass, you know what I'm saying? One of those stories. One of those hip-hop stories coming from, you know what I'm saying, the struggle. We was in the hood but, you know what I'm saying? My momma never... she always got me what I, what I needed, she always provided for me even when my dad didn't. You know I had a pops, even when my dad wasn't always around, I always had a pops, so I don't know man, I always said I was gonna do this so I guess I'm tryna actually do it and I have fell in love with this shit man, I just love this shit You better go back the way you came Wrong way If you stay Prepare to have your shit rearranged The way I say You better get on away from here You gon see It's gon be some Slow singing And flower bringing If my burglar alarm start You don't wanna fall in love with me