Eminem, White Gold , Royce da 5'9" - You Gon' Learn lyrics

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' all for coppin' and swappin' that
Property out for a possible monopoly
Tryin' 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 '9-6, worse
Nightmare to side chicks
Some things are just meant to be
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 talk and 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 cold
And 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 (Fuck)
Shit, bro, hold up, wait
I just tripped over my cape (Superman)
And I'm not gonna let up
Treat the paper like I'm chopping a letter
Dre'll tell you how 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