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Verse:
Yo
At 17 years old, I started running the streets
Man I had some fun in the streets
11, 12, sometimes 1 in the streets
By 18, I started seeing the sun in the streets
My mommas started trippin on me like
Will you gotta choose your friends carefully like
I trust you, but please call me and
when you have kids of your own, you'll see
I'ma be here when all your friends won't
But I was busy hollering, parents just don't
Understand, But now here I am with a family
Running the lines she ran on me
We ain't always see eye to eye
But ma on your principles, now I rely
You got me chasing my roads
Chours:
I didn't know (didn't know what)
Momma would told me don't go down that road (she told me don't go) (don't go, don't go down that road)
(What, what) But I gotta go, (gotta go) where I gotta go
So thank you for not telling me I told you so
Verse:
I use to roll hard with this dude name Chuck
Rollin' in my car with this dude name Chuck
My mom ain't really like this dude name Chuck
She thought that he was really impolite (Chuck)
And me use to roll out faithfully, inevitably
You see Chuck, you gon see me
Like we on tv, to bossism as to buddy
Share food, clothes and money, and honeys
flock like we was players from the NBA
It still hurts to recall the day I heard him say
To this girl name Lya, I was dating
He told her I was a liar, just hating
Told her I be cheating on woman
Breaking hearts and grinning
He told her, her life would be better with him and
That's the friend I chose
(Chours)
OOooooooOOooooOoOOOoo (repeat)
Verse:
Momma use to say take your time young man
I ain't always gon be there, holding your hand
But you always know exactly where I am
And when I'm not there, in my place the Lord will stand, Will
Study the world, only the wise succeed
And when your eyes tell lies
Your heart should lead
You gonna do dirt, we all gon sin
But when you realize it, apologize
Never do it again
Ma told me don't rush to get old
If you got youth, then truth flushed in your whole
It's like possibilities, to much to behold
An emotional shield from life's busted recold
Mom, all of this stuff was hard
You said it was hard, childless
Disregard, cuz my head was hard
Now, no question oppose
(Chours)
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