Ceza Da King - Before I Go Back (feat. Young Pooh)

I'm saying i be feeling like a hypocrite to
I'm done wit everybody and they feelings you know
I be on some emotional shit sometimes to
Sometimes I crave that brother love both of mines doing nice bids
Let's take this rap shit to the next level fuck wit me I know I can
My kids out the way they going to school with the white kids
And I'll die before they go back real rap
I never told I never ran my name straight that's on my daughter
When the meds coming down it's like pain hit you harder
Cops shot Ron-Ron in his chest
And Cez couldn't see him off
Shit hurt my heart the cop beat the case
That's how the game played
He was just living wit me I wish he stayed
Don't mind me putting my feelings on this page
That's the type of shit that will have you filled wit rage
I hear you cousin try to tell you I understand you
But if ion agree ion that's what a man do
You got plans I got plans we can link together
But if not we'll meet up at the top man whatever
We gone get this cheddar come on fuck wit me dog
Going home rolling out in da 6 I'm like the claw
For the non-believers and all the frauds
The way we bouta turn up it's gone have em in awe
Like Forrest when he wanted to run we going far
Fraud talking boss have you eating thru a straw
No cheese for the rats no leads for the law
These ratchets legit the purchase wasn't straw
It's crazy how you know a nigga his whole life and don't know him
It's crazy how you can take care of somebody they whole life
And they don't owe you
Fucking with people that's the type of shit you go thru
Choices life lessons the shit that it show you
So I was doing 6 years and 6 months before I came home the cops had killed my pop
They had told me I needed $2,700 to go to the funeral I'm like why so much
They said we don't pay for the overtime you do
Sometimes I crave that brotherly love mines ain't show none
Momma ain't raise no pussy I don't kno0w one
Pops ain't breed no sucka I'll expose one
They all talking when them folks come
You know hoe that go
Shit I'm talking cause i know what I know
And if you think I'm bullshiting you can go ask Capone
That's the lawyer faces spoil when he walk in the room
That's the win win have me home for din-din
Prep the table tell my niggas eat like they know
They tell me they can't stay they want them plates to go
Telling em that's a no go only feeding the logo
Owning circumstances and cutting out all the cancers
Plan plot strategize no chancing
I provide solutions they provide advancements
Say they need more work then I pull my mans in
He dropped the ball he ain't answer when I called
So if you broke and ya man eating tell me what's the reason
I ain't tryna hear that story he ain't never feed you
If you don't learn how to earn you gone master leeching
Talking Entrepre shit owning what I'm preaching
I'm my fathers second son my mothers second son
Birth date 2-20 born to be second to none
And that's word to my fourth born
Her grandkids gone eat from what I put forth
Entreprenigga

Written by:
Maurice Harmon, Young Pooh

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