KT Rasta - How lyrics

[Intro: KT Rasta] [Hook: KT Rasta] How you gone tell a young n**ga don't smoke How you gone tell him don't serve dope How you gone tell a young n**ga don't shoot How you gone tell a young n**ga what to do How you gone tell a young n**ga how to move He trying to get rich, ain't thinking bout school Can't get caught lacking, gotta keep that tool They k**ed his homie, what the f*ck he gone do (2x) [Verse 1: KT Rasta] How you gone stop a young n**ga my age Head f*cked up and his mind full of rage Got n**gas in jail locked up in a cage Why all these hoes wanna change my ways Dumb lil' b*tch get the f*ck out my face If a n**ga act tough I might catch a case F*ck the police, middle fingers to the jakes My n**gas blow guns then they hop them gates R.i.p Marcus, I say it everyday R.i.p True Scott, I say it everyday R.i.p Tall folks, I say it everyday Gotta get this money, get the f*ck out my way If you got your own money then buy your own place If you snitch on your homie, then n**ga you fake Never been phoney, never been two-faced Bought hella guns just to keep me safe B*tch you know I'm balling, like E.A E.A Sports, I keep that torch You a mama's boy, You ain't hopped off the porch I count my money when I get bored Turned your b*tch into a who*e N**ga you a little boy My n**gas balling, check the score Make some money, make some more [Hook: KT Rasta]