Questions (2022) Lyrics

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Dub Gee

True Story

I did ten and I came home a man

So I need ten for this show, why don't you understand

Always held my own, man nobody ever held my hand

My niggas believed in me, they needed me to make a plan

Formulated a plot on a two inch cot got me with back trouble

I got the city and The Pac on my back I can't fumble

So put your money on me and I'll bring it back for ya, Cuz I aint Fuckin off

Nah I aint lost Ima Boss, that Mindset and Mentality that's what I've got

But Im still local why these global niggas mad at me?

(Why?) Cuz I want they spot

Just because he hot that don't mean Im not

Better check you watch go correct your clock

Because its my time Bitch! and I just won't stop

And my nigga called me the other day (Hello?)

Stressing got 4 kids and he got bills to pay

I told my nigga I got us bruh ima make a way

Big Bro I promise No Drama I put that shit on my mama

He had my crying when he asked

Dub, When we gon make it

Is our time ever coming

Is it time that wasting

Cuz they aint hard as you

But we aint rich as them

These questions

They been asking got a nigga questioning myself with questions like

Dub, When We gon make it

Is our time ever coming

Lord I been so patient

I been at the bottom

Think its time I reach the top

These questions they keep asking man theses questions gotta stop

I had to pay the price to, live the life I want to lead

Taking no advice except, my own im chasing dreams

My homeboy doing life, and he been down since '93

I had to do it twice, one time for me one for Rasheed

The life that I pictured, they claimed my dreams were fictitious

But Im determined to get it ,that's why my style is so vicious

Got them ex hoes that strippers, and some niggas kitchens

And the rest up in prison for serving robbing and killing

Cash rules by any means, so we chasing our dreams

Turning our people to fiends, haunted dreams of the screams

Children missing the mothers, we putting pistols on brothers

Because we fed by the government, til' we found dead in the gutter

I had those nights filled of hunger, and them days full of pain

Hoping my futures of pleasure might fix my past full of rain

Remember when I had nothing but a pen and four walls

So I wrote down my lyrics until I covered them all

Remember writing these verses, searching for life with a purpose

Fighting them nights full of urges, to give up life is it worth it

My eyes full of that murder, my pictures up in the paper

My mama cried when they told her "Ma'am Your son is a Gangsta"

I bow my head for the prayer, please lord forgive me my sins

That choppa ahead of my enemies, please just protect me from friends

Right before I amen, I make the sign of the cross

And thank the lord for the struggle, because it made me a boss

But they say

Dub, When we gon make it

Is our time ever coming

Is it time that wasting

Cuz they aint hard as you

But we aint rich as them

These questions

They been asking got a nigga questioning myself with questions like

Dub, When We gon make it

Is our time ever coming

Lord I been so patient

I been at the bottom

Think its time I reach the top

These questions they keep asking man theses questions gotta stop

So many questions

They be asking a nigga like ya know when i'm going make it

Im Like shit I don't know it ain't up to me

So Until then... I Am Dub Gee