Chop 100 - Control You

All this shit that I've been going through
My conscience like don't let none of that control you
A dollar sign, don't let none of that provoke you
Bottom line it's blood on that dotted line
All this shit that I've been going through
My pops been like don't let none of that control you
My mama like don't let none of these hoes use you, yea
All this shit that I've been going through
I ain't cried about it couldn't even if I wanted to
My eye's dry about it cause I still don't know what Imma do
I survived out a section 8 apartment with no food
Why you lying about me, tied of heard that shit just like some shoes
We was riding around the city smoking Eighteen Eighty Two
I was dead broke that's what made a nigga break the rules
I got dead bros, hurt to see my nigga make the news
Got her head on straight but she still ain't finished school
When I had a long day I want to spend the night with you
Broken promises, I need more than vodka yea
Cognac out the bottle, I know I need a counselor. Counselor
All this shit that I've been going through my conscience
Like don't let none of that control you
A dollar sign, don't let none of that provoke you
Bottomline its blood on that dotted line
All this shit that I've been going through
My pops been like don't let none of that control you
My mama like don't let none of these hoes use you
Don't know what them niggas told you
it's no sleep so I can never buy the dreams they sold you
It's not easy taking advice when you don't know the whole truth
That's the reason I say be quiet, shit easily can get violent
Hear gunshots but no sirens, mothers can't stop crying
Pops ain't drop dime so it's commissary line, yea
Birds be in the sky but not as high as I get
The sun don't always shine, I feel perfect when the night hits
Searching for the right one whole time you've been right here
This cup's been fucking my mind up, bro you have no idea
Uh huh, couldn't walk a mile in you shoes their a size 10. Size 10 yea
All this shit that I've been going through my conscience
Like don't let none of that control you
A dollar sign don't let none of that provoke you
Bottomline Its blood on that dotted line
All this shit that I've been going through my pops been
Like don't let none of that control you
My mama like don't let none of these hoes use you
Don't do it huh don't do it huh don't do it

Written by:
Robert Parker

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