Gangis Khan aka Camoflauge - Younger Heads lyrics

[Intro] Gangeezy Da Greezy Gangis Khan Camoflauge This is advise for my younger n***as [Verse 1] Growing up in the slums, you get used to the hunger Shots bustin' in the hood, we get used to the thunder n***as older now, so we preachin' to the younger heads On the block, they strapped up, no wonder Cause we grew up in the same way, grew up in the same lane Banged the same hoes, and played the same games It's a damn shame what happened to my n***as How they die chasin' figures from the pull of a trigger These kids different now, they growing up quicker Little city slickers, who can't wait to sip liquor Rowdy little devils that be quick to get ya My young gods I wish I had more time to sit with ya Slow your roll young man, son, you just don't know You ain't gotta do d** n***a, just say no You ain't gotta flip dope to be a real n***a Being a real n***a is doing what is real, n***a Whether you work a 9 to 5 or you grind Either way, you just a man, dead or alive You ain't always gotta fight, you ain't always gotta ride You can walk away, but never run, never hide Cause that's for cowards and we ain't 'bout that If a man starts fire with you, you need to out that Don't get up in mouse traps, look out for rats And don't believe in everything, unless you're shown facts School is good for you, son, pay attention in cla** You ain't gotta get A's, you just gotta pa** Get your school done, finish it fast Then you can focus on them other things, like getting that cash Stay away from police, that's the Devil's army But God is my bodyguard, he don't let them harm me Make sure you give thanks, to the Holy Father Whether you Christian or m**m, make sure you honour Your mother and your father and your elders f** my j**ellery, my family is my biggest treasure The love I have for my young boys, you couldn't measure The faith I have in 'em, it will stop never Think clever, don't just move like a fool Have respect for O.Gs, they want what's best for you Live healthy, do your push-ups, eat your vegetables Gwan, bubble on them gyal at the festival Don't fear ways to have fun, lil' homie, live young Be a kid if you a kid, just don't be no punk You ain't got sh** to prove, you ain't ever gotta front Everything is blessed, just keep it real from the jump See the haters gon' hate, real n***as showin' love Son, it is what it is, like it was what it was Question is, is you a man or do you do what it does Or do you fall off and let the hate f** you up Not time, to see Rastaman nah break We not soft like ice cream or no sponge cake Is you crazy? Don't let them take what you make And keep listening to Gangeezy tapes, n***a