[Intro]
Can’t understand
What happened to all those young lovers
It doesn’t make sense
It doesn’t make sense
Good sense Good sense
[Verse 1]
Turn on the news the whole world fucked up
Sitting like I'm strong enough to break these handcuffs
Plan didn’t work I switched my plan up
We all we got so never give your mans up
Ma hood and ma mama raised a grown man
Heard they tryna take my life I hope they gun jam
My girl she always say get with the program
She wants some real love but I'm stubborn like ma old man
Sorry love I can’t blame you if you sick of waiting
Know you deserve better I'd be the first to say it
Staring at ma son I need some motivation
From Pablo that nasty night I switched my occupation
The most slept on I'm the topic of the conversation
Real shit probly me and big drip
They told me conscious rappers barely ever blow
That’s crazy they don’t wanna hear real shit no more
And I forever speak my peace
This that freedom of speech three
Ma granny told me heaven is our next stop
Lord forgive me all them years I keep her stressed out
Then the cops killed my mans left him stretched out
I had to hold it down when poppa chose to step out
Fussing with mama they say don’t do that
Troubled child she could’ve sent me to bootcamp
Twenty with a newborn sleeping on granny futon
[?] bitching at me my uncle smoking the new port
Can’t understand
What happened to all those young lovers
It doesn’t make sense
It doesn’t make sense
Good sense Good sense
[Verse 1]
Turn on the news the whole world fucked up
Sitting like I'm strong enough to break these handcuffs
Plan didn’t work I switched my plan up
We all we got so never give your mans up
Ma hood and ma mama raised a grown man
Heard they tryna take my life I hope they gun jam
My girl she always say get with the program
She wants some real love but I'm stubborn like ma old man
Sorry love I can’t blame you if you sick of waiting
Know you deserve better I'd be the first to say it
Staring at ma son I need some motivation
From Pablo that nasty night I switched my occupation
The most slept on I'm the topic of the conversation
Real shit probly me and big drip
They told me conscious rappers barely ever blow
That’s crazy they don’t wanna hear real shit no more
And I forever speak my peace
This that freedom of speech three
Ma granny told me heaven is our next stop
Lord forgive me all them years I keep her stressed out
Then the cops killed my mans left him stretched out
I had to hold it down when poppa chose to step out
Fussing with mama they say don’t do that
Troubled child she could’ve sent me to bootcamp
Twenty with a newborn sleeping on granny futon
[?] bitching at me my uncle smoking the new port
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