Part II - Isaiah Rashad

Go back the way you came

Wrong way uh, if you stay

Prepare to have yo' shit rearranged

The way, I say

Where gold niggas spoon whipping over Pyrex

And brown skin acute spineless

With two kids, hood-minded

See adolescents fall victim to the mindless

Yeah, so baby-sitters, if you love us

And never pet the piggies, hide the chickens in the covers

See that’s the family stones and drop jewels

That’s the only way the family love us

My momma water whipping while my daddy in a jail

Cause fast life look better than a J-O

And don’t this feel like '95 nigga?

A drive-by killed 5 niggas

So what you doing with your life nigga?

And I reply, «Getting high, nigga»

An introduction to the hopeless

Generations passed down to the dope biz

Like I ain’t got no, no crazy-ass, cliche-ass, you know what I’m saying?

One of those stories.

One of those hip-hop stories coming from,

you know what I’m saying, the struggle.

We was in the hood but,

you know what I’m saying?

My momma never… she always got me what I,

what I needed, she always provided for me even when my dad didn’t.

You know I had a pops, even when my dad wasn’t always around, I always had a

pops, so I don’t know man, I always said I was gonna do this so I guess I’m

tryna actually do it and I have fell in love with this shit man,

I just love this shit

You better go back the way you came

Wrong way

If you stay

Prepare to have your shit rearranged

The way

I say

You better get on away from here

You gon see

It’s gon be some

Slow singing

And flower bringing

If my burglar alarm start

You don’t wanna fall in love with me