K-Rino - I Don't Think lyrics

Say, little fellow, come here
Let me holla at you for a minute
Yeah, I see you be out here
Doing your thing man but
A lot of the stuff we do
It ain't to be glorified man
Cause they got a plan for you bro listen

Street game revving up, money
Can't get enough
Goons showed up and wet him up
Partners set him up
Smoke runs through your lungs
This life is new to some
Two to one he already knew how
To use and shoot a gun
Killers wanna go to war
Living like there's no tomorrow
Youngster stole a car, crashed in it
Didn’t roll it far
Project cannibals, anger understandable
Like animals, it's hard to fathom what a
Desperate man will do
Crime they done did it all, twist
Break and bend the law many men involved
It's like you're at a gangster seminar
Pretty slabs coming down
Prostitutes running round
Marijuana found about three or
Four hundred pounds
Scared cat in cell, somebody fed a tale
Swat team came, Grandmamma even went to jail
Spending life hoping, wishing, getting pills
No prescription on a mission
Little babies born with a dope addiction

I don't think you wanna live this life
The dope selling, the pimping, the jacking
That's played out
You only got a little time to get right
The streets gonna lead to the
Jailhouse or getting laid out
I don't think you wanna live that life
The blood on your hands
The looking over your shoulder
You only got a little time to get right
The fourth quarter of the game man
It's almost over

One more bird might lead to your third strike
Judge said 55 years, yeah, you heard right
Now you got a new fight
Welcome to your new life whole world ruined
That's what happens when you lose sight
Tryna prove something led to
You getting handcuffed
The follower's always the one
Who gets jammed up
Now you want to call God, all good
That's cool with me
But why you wait till now
You should have did that when you was free
Hate, you personify
Keep it up you're gonna die
Last thing that you should wanna do
Is make your momma cry
Bragging about hustling
You're proud of your silly trade
Making three or four hundred a day
Thinking he really paid
Capping when you're on the scene
Tryna get up on some green
You don't understand you're just a player
You don't own the team locked down
So you face an unreachable due date
By the time he realized the truth
It was too late

Hell is what you're about to pay
Hope there's something I can say
Might put some wisdom in your head
And move you out the way
Gotta put yourself in check
Everybody want respect
Hard to get a job with a
Pistol tatted on your neck
Nothing's what you're gonna get
Say you good, wanna bet?
Son looking at you what example
Are you gonna set bad habit's by the father
Wanna pimp? you're out of order
Better treat your women right
Especially if you've got a daughter
It's gonna take a strong hand
Better check her phone man
She online sending naked pictures
To a grown man
Out jacking with your friends
Should have tried to better them
Now you're doing life behind bars
For a set of rims soon as the Sun is out
Ghetto babies running about
He can't even count but he knows
When them Jordan's coming out
Everybody trunking lies
Won't nobody compromise 24
7 whole hood either drunk or high