[Intro: Ché Noir]
Yo, look
[Verse 1: Ché Noir & 38 Spesh]
If I had a chance to talk to a younger me
I'd tell her, "Slow it down, ain't no rush for the luxuries"
Started poor, just know the money you want don't come from trees
Talk about your pain, stop getting drunk to numb your grief
It's hard for you to trust, they don't cherish the love you bring
You just a kid taking care of your mother's seeds
Preparin' 'em for bed, combin' hair up and brushin' teeth
Dealin' with the pain you feel when a parent becomes a fiend
Nah, you can't express yourself, that be the worst
The way you get treated hurts
You had many thoughts of leaving earth
You got responsibilities of a teen from birth
So you can't stay focusеd, think you need a man to see your worth
Just know there ain't no success without a strugglе
Spend more time with your bro, it might've kept him out of trouble
They say it takes a village to grow a child (Yeah)
Would've been ahead if I knew then what I'm knowin' now
[Verse 2: 38 Spesh]
Ayo, I kept re-in' up so much that I ain't get a chance to save
I'm stuck in my financial ways
I'm from the school of hard knocks and this block my financial aid
Nigga, we was the examples made
Was locked twenty-three hours inside a cage 'cause I can't behave
Every three days, a nigga got a chance to bathe
That's where I learned to handle rage
Grab paper, write my plan on the page
That's how I channel pain
I been through that Arm & Hammer phase
I had a trap house on every corner, it's like I ran a maze
White boy dope heads that would sample trays
They let me work out they house like a handsome slave
These the niggas that y'all stand and praise?
Think he the man of the rain 'til my bullets rain on your champ parade
Y'all lames don't understand the game
Walkin' 'round with them hollow-ass chains soundin' like tambourines, trust
Yo, look
[Verse 1: Ché Noir & 38 Spesh]
If I had a chance to talk to a younger me
I'd tell her, "Slow it down, ain't no rush for the luxuries"
Started poor, just know the money you want don't come from trees
Talk about your pain, stop getting drunk to numb your grief
It's hard for you to trust, they don't cherish the love you bring
You just a kid taking care of your mother's seeds
Preparin' 'em for bed, combin' hair up and brushin' teeth
Dealin' with the pain you feel when a parent becomes a fiend
Nah, you can't express yourself, that be the worst
The way you get treated hurts
You had many thoughts of leaving earth
You got responsibilities of a teen from birth
So you can't stay focusеd, think you need a man to see your worth
Just know there ain't no success without a strugglе
Spend more time with your bro, it might've kept him out of trouble
They say it takes a village to grow a child (Yeah)
Would've been ahead if I knew then what I'm knowin' now
[Verse 2: 38 Spesh]
Ayo, I kept re-in' up so much that I ain't get a chance to save
I'm stuck in my financial ways
I'm from the school of hard knocks and this block my financial aid
Nigga, we was the examples made
Was locked twenty-three hours inside a cage 'cause I can't behave
Every three days, a nigga got a chance to bathe
That's where I learned to handle rage
Grab paper, write my plan on the page
That's how I channel pain
I been through that Arm & Hammer phase
I had a trap house on every corner, it's like I ran a maze
White boy dope heads that would sample trays
They let me work out they house like a handsome slave
These the niggas that y'all stand and praise?
Think he the man of the rain 'til my bullets rain on your champ parade
Y'all lames don't understand the game
Walkin' 'round with them hollow-ass chains soundin' like tambourines, trust
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