Whatcha Know

[Intro] Yo, yoo Yo, yoo Yeah [Verse 1] And lately I've been drinking like its gone out of style Everything that's wrong for me is the only reason I smile And they been saying, "Chaz, you goin' get it for a while." And it get to me more and more, each and every time Got me thinkin' "Nigga, when I'mma see it?" Sometimes I just don't believe it It got me questionin' Jesus So maybe it ain't my season I pray for pussy and power More patience, paper, and timing Better relations with mama Plus I be raising my daughter I hope she don't get my karma They say that I got it comin' Cause I've been livin' cold hearted Tell 'em I love 'em don't mean it I make 'em feel like I need 'em I often live in the moment I'm just a...Gemini Gettin' betta with the time No dolla', just a dream [?] everything ain't what it seems Cliche, considered typical But when times are critical Take this time to vent to you Interview like it's a job that I gotta do Some of this shit don't apply to you I just pray mom and pop will see me prosper, I swear Playin' a role of a father She deserves a Oscar, I swear And though he tried to pay his part And he seemed so sincere How the fuck you 'pposed to raise a man when you was sentenced some years? But he taught me how to pour up How not to get my diploma How to diss on a woman and live off being dishonest How to put on a condom and take care yo baby mamas How to bottle yo problems What a role model he was, awh [Pre-Chorus] Young nigga, what you know 'bout it Young nigga, what you know 'bout it Yeah, we done seen it all And we done done the most, my nigga And found the wrong way to go bout' it [Chorus] Young nigga, what you know 'bout it Young nigga, what you know Young nigga, what you know 'bout it Young nigga, what you know 'bout it Know 'bout it, know 'bout it, know 'bout it, know 'bout it Young nigga, what you know 'bout it Young nigga, what you know 'bout it Know 'bout it, know 'bout it, know 'bout it, know 'bout it Know 'bout it [Verse 2] Ha, yuh Mobbin' with my niggas, gettin' stuck here in the system Boy, I told 'em I'll be rich when they came home Nigga that's a different type of livin' Papa grew up in the prisons Mama never let me know he called the phone Man, now they really got me thinkin' Maybe it'll all be different If they wasn't servin' the sentence at all Shit, I'll probably never understand And probably get the answers I'mma be the problem and never get solved But shit, fuck it we gotta get it We tired of no pot to piss in Say fuck it, let pop the pistol We all outta' options, nigga Say mama tellin' me, "That ain't the way out." Say "Just be patient, baby boy. It'll play out." But honestly all that waitin' shit gettin' played out So we stay faded, hopin' the feelin'll fade out Highs for the lows, don't ever take it away now I'm gettin' it on my own, I'm holdin' it all the way down Stay down, like [Chorus] Young nigga, what you know 'bout it Young nigga, what you know Young nigga, what you know 'bout it Young nigga, what you know 'bout it Know 'bout it, know 'bout it, know 'bout it, know 'bout it Young nigga, what you know 'bout it Young nigga, what you know 'bout it Know 'bout it, know 'bout it, know 'bout it, know 'bout it Know 'bout it