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eddy b & tim gunter - tomorrow lyrics

[verse 1]
i made it out the hood, 7 years old gunshots & sirens
rapping cause my first beats were gunshots & sirens
told me no snitching or you will go missing
n-ggas drawing blood call the violence artistic
i remember teachers saying everything was art
same teacher down talking the graffiti in the park
ebonics that i speak got her squinting when i talk
she confused by the way we fuse webster & pac
mad cause i didn’t really study a lot
but i quoted every lyric to the albums i cop, that:
“i ain’t a k!lla but don’t push me
revenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting p-ssy.”
6 years old, i ain’t know about the p-ssy
but i was on the playground daring n-ggas to push me
and a sl!ck mouth kept me in & out the princ-p-ls office
momma walking in p-ssed i was scared as h-ll
told me if i spoke truth she’d provide the bail
but if i lied and she found out she’d take me to jail
kind of harsh but its real and i thank her for that
yeah, the oscar goes to her for playing mommy and dad
little man run the house she call me papi in fact
cause i stepped up, stood out & got me some racks
momma gave up her dream, she took one for the team
now i’m in the game balling trying to get her a ring
like …

[hook]
i’m waiting, waiting on tomorrow
waiting for someone to follow
waiting on tomorrow, to come
so i keep waiting, waiting on tomorrow
time gets hard to borrow
waiting for tomorrow to come

[verse 2]
yeah, i’m trying to get some things
like a house in espanol, the best unfold
swear to god my life story is the best untold
lyrically the rhymes i’m spitting will sell like gold
while them hating -ss n-gga perplexed at home
i was in the studio trying to perfect my flow
if we talking about a shot he got the best at throne
i’m not the next best song, i’ve been the best since born
i was best at birth, be the best till the he-rs-
but the old heads diss me cause i’m young & i curse
they don’t understand this generation is hurt
girls listening to songs and can’t determine their worth
boy’s listen to the same so they settle for work
leaving only two options: either jail or get merked
d-mn … it’s either jail or get merked
leaving only two options: either jail or get merked
so i’m …

[hook] (x2)

- eddy b tim gunter lyrics

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