Isaiah Rashad - Part II lyrics
[Isaiah Rashad - Part II lyrics]
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 nevershe 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
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 nevershe 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