Howitgoes

I ain't ready for the big time yet
I ain't ready to discuss the violence
You could hear the violins in the back screeching
It's a ice cold world, the black ones grow anemic
I ain't fuckin' with it, I ain't fucking with the system
I don't fuck with niggas
Lot of hurting for the children in this fucked up system
Lot of pointless discussions, that just lead to nothing
Lot of grief that keep me running from my aunt and cousin
Lot of peace I don't get, some shit that I stress about
Thinking about the past and now I can't regret
The bad decisions I done made, cause they ain't coming back
My momma see me as a king, I see me as a mess

Give it up for the ways of the world, my nigga give it up
I'm giving up that's the ways of the world, my nigga give it up
Give it up for the ways of the world, my nigga give it up
I'm giving up that's the ways of the world, my nigga give it up



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Writer(s): Umar Ramadan
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