Interlude: A Moment Wit Unc

This is your family member calling you, letting you know, as I've thought about everything
You ain't got no choice, fool
You got to be a player. You got to be your own point and official at all times, fool
You have no other options. That's the only thing you can become

It's the player that you are. It's the player that came before you, if you understand me
And the Mac and the players and the pimps and all that shit is a mixed end, fool
You have no choice, fool. There is nothing. You can't even be a firefighter
Really? You can't be a firefighter. You can't be a policeman. You can't be an attorney

You are. You have only one option and you got to be a player
You got to be mighty, young man
You got to have, you got to hold on to yours and then here's yours
You got to be mighty. You got to be a player

And this is all you have on the option. What you on that track is ink
You hear me? It's all. There's nothing else that you can be
You can't be a drug dealer. You can't be a, uh, uh, a cross the guard
You can't be a, uh, uh, uh, uh, attorney. You can only be a player

That's it. You have no other options, type of shit
When you attack that track, you understand me? And this is how it is
And because it was born like that, it wasn't built on, boy
I, I, cause if I knew it was something else to do, I would be that

You did. But I ain't, ain't no other option for us like this
And if I be going to attack the track like this, nigga, you ain't got no other options
Ain't all, nigga. Ain't all
Nigga can't cut grass. Nigga can't do this, that, and the other

That's the only thing we can do. Is have a whole lot of phones, beepers, and boppers
Yeah
Dot com. Put that shit on your mixtape. For sure
Fuck with you, fam



Credits
Writer(s): Carlos Bayum
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