[Intro: Master P]
Aye, y’all know I'm not perfect I did a lot of wrong
Man spared me and I've been changing my life
I’m telling you you could do the same thing
But don’t do it for me do it for yourself
And do it for ya kids, Cuz they the future
[Hook: Master P]
Let the kids grow, let the kids dream
I was lost I used to hustle in the same street
Let the kids win, let the kids play
If we change for tomorrow it’ll be a brighter day (x2)
[Verse 1: Master P]
They call the girls freaks, and the boys geeks
Cuz they in school and you running from the police
Oh you a tough guy, you got a phat ride
Cried like a baby when the judge gave you five
Oh you a gangsta ya son wanna be just like you
Bet he change his mind when the feds came and indict you
Oh you a oldhead, and you talk fast
A real gangsta and ya hide behind that ski mask
I heard you flipped stacks, yeah I did that
A brother dead, a dozen friends can't get them back
And since I changed I guess they think I got soft
I guess you hard when you dead or locked behind bars
I'm a real OG, ain't got nothing to prove
Put down the guns pick up the pens let the kids choose
Let 'em be doctors, let 'em be lawyers
Let 'em make it out the hood let 'em see tomorrow
Aye, y’all know I'm not perfect I did a lot of wrong
Man spared me and I've been changing my life
I’m telling you you could do the same thing
But don’t do it for me do it for yourself
And do it for ya kids, Cuz they the future
[Hook: Master P]
Let the kids grow, let the kids dream
I was lost I used to hustle in the same street
Let the kids win, let the kids play
If we change for tomorrow it’ll be a brighter day (x2)
[Verse 1: Master P]
They call the girls freaks, and the boys geeks
Cuz they in school and you running from the police
Oh you a tough guy, you got a phat ride
Cried like a baby when the judge gave you five
Oh you a gangsta ya son wanna be just like you
Bet he change his mind when the feds came and indict you
Oh you a oldhead, and you talk fast
A real gangsta and ya hide behind that ski mask
I heard you flipped stacks, yeah I did that
A brother dead, a dozen friends can't get them back
And since I changed I guess they think I got soft
I guess you hard when you dead or locked behind bars
I'm a real OG, ain't got nothing to prove
Put down the guns pick up the pens let the kids choose
Let 'em be doctors, let 'em be lawyers
Let 'em make it out the hood let 'em see tomorrow
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