Baby Boy Lyrics

I know you understand brothers

Ain't perfect

But we try lord

We try to keep our heads in bad times

This is a bad time

This a story

Bout my life

And what it took

For me to get it

I knew I was gon be great

I just ain't imagine kitchens

Hard times

Taught me lessons

Told my mama

Stop ha stressin

Daddy died

Before I could bless 'em

Went to church

And seen a reverend

He told me

If I got my faith

In God

Why I keep

my weapon

Told

That was a good question

Shit really had me guessing

I gotta make it home

And dying right now

Ain't no discussion

Trust no man

And trust no woman

Gotta step

No time for stumbling

I had to risk it all

So all my dawgs could

Want for nothing

I came up out the dirt

Tossed my shoes

Cause they was muddy

That said they loved me

Turned around then said

Fuck me

My mama got one boy

A miscarriage came beefa me

I was premature

Wit tubes breathing for me

So don't fix

Your mutha fuckin lips

To call a Nigga lucky

Got the work

I found the Custies

All these niggas

Done Went to trucking

Pay upfront

Don't need the frontin

Mama told me

Bout them days

Safe to say

She seen it coming

You don't know what kind of cards life is Gona Deal you

All you need to do is be happy while you here

Hope to God there is another place

That's better then this

And hope that Jesus will

Let your ass in on judgement day

But while you down here

You better watch your back

I got you mama

This a story

Bout my life

And what it took

For me to get it

I knew I was gon be great

I just ain't imagine kitchens

Hard times

Taught me lessons

Told my mama

Stop ha stressin

Daddy died

Before I could bless 'em

Went to church

And seen a reverend

He told me

If I got my faith

In God

Why I keep

My weapon

Told

That was a good question

Shit really had me guessing

I gotta make it home

And dying right now

Ain't no discussion

Trust no man

And trust no woman

Gotta step

No time for stumbling

Mama told me

Watch my back

I told mama

I got you

People pay to see

Me work

They loving

How my pots move

I'm tryna a Nigga propper

Like that boy

in high school

Nigga with a attitude

Watch how you talk to em

Feeling this flow

So I'm changing

The beat

Wear the shit

Once

Ain't the the type for repeat

Laughing at me

Now you coping a seat

Real petty Nigga

Ima pull the receipt

Talk slow

But I'm

Moving my feet

These forces is new

Ain't got time for a crease

B I G

Yo Nigga lil cease

Baby boy

Ask Rodney bout me