Willie B - "Find Out" (Real n***a News) lyrics

[Intro: ill Camille] Ugh...Check [Verse 1: iLL Camille] Millie is chillin' Tryin' to earn a livin' What more can I say I live day-to-day and deal with the mistakes made My mission is different from yall n***as I'm straight My ambition proclaimed in everything that I say So tell the constellations I'm on my way up Cause at this very minute yall My daddy is laid up with a pacemaker for his heart Strong, he's A-1 So I take heed to the day that he said that I rip and run too much And I need to sit down for once I can't k** myself trying to live and I can't be still And still think I'mma win? (yeah) Between the self-doubts and the odds being stacked as high as gas prices It appears our only options are Being rich and senseless, broke and righteous Teenage moms is burnt, the kids is just like her Judgement is nearing, everyday its reminders and we ignore it Pretending we're immortal we can't afford to play with our lives Like its 8 more in the corner store we can buy "for the low" 'Fore it's time for us to go Wanna make sure my soul cool Studio protocol, alcohol and Protools Highgrade to heighten the mood Playin' ignorant to the rules and Universal Code That everything you do comes back 10-fold 10 years ago I was dying to be grown 10 years ago my good friend pa**ed on Died in a car crash, same exact birthdate Year, day, everything So its safe to say it hit home But she's in a safe place Me I'm still searching Working through the hurt put the Roy Ayers on I put on for mine, ain't a thing set in stone Except d**h Cause its a definite and what your Heaven is [Ugh] is really relative My relative said mine is in the Testament Set precedent Every lesson is designed to be a blessing in disguise You'll find out [Hook: Bj The Chicago Kid] Ooooooooh Yeah we all know life is all about the rhythm But sometimes we get the Blues But Mama said just keep on living And that's the real n***a news [Verse 2: iLL Camille] We're void of checks and balances Selling slogans, still living counterfeit Self-abondonment We deal a bad hand, can't handle it "YOLO" is backward I've come to understand that things we can't understand We all want control of [life] Love being one of em Some of us runnin' toward the wrong one to make us feel comfortable Tryin' to live "the dream" everybody ain't a Huxtable [ugh] I'd rather run with 100 bums If I had to choose that or have to go and front Bout anything vehicle or income Man I ain't being somethin' that I ain't Everybody got a tongue, got my own taste With a working pair of legs, run my own race I won't do it just to say that I did it My lungs functioning, can't say I'm living But I'm alive, destiny's pre-written So get ready, here I go Consider this the rough draft Thinking past tomorrow-type flow Go- play invincible if you wanna Ain't no escapin' especially when Karma is the hunter Go- be a criminal if you wanna Eternal life or fire Everybody gets a summons You'll find out [Hook: Bj The Chicago Kid] 2x Ooooooooh Yeah we all know life is all about the rhythm But sometimes we get the Blues But Mama said just keep on living And that's the real n***a news [Dj Sourmilk scratches] ---end-----