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kxng crooked & joell ortiz - parental advisory lyrics

[intro: kxng crooked, carly &imani]
hey carly, you want to be famous?
no
why not?
fame is overrated
fame is overrated?
fame comes with too many catch+22s
and i’d rather just be myself
my oldest daughter don’t want to be famous
what about you, imani?
you want to be famous?
yes!
why?
stability
why else would you want to be famous?
i want to make a difference

[verse 1: kxng crooked]
if i wrote a letter (letter), gave it to my daughters (daughters)
it would say for starters (starters), take it from your father
n+ggas ain’t sh+t (nah)
most’ll break your heart up (yeah)
try to play the part of somebody they not (word)
see, you got the good guys and hood guys
but some of the hood guys are good guys
and some of the good guys only look like good guys
’cause they think your face is the best place to put lies
if this is the case, it’s time to say your goodbyes
him and his homies at the mardi gras
see his homies the cemetery groundskeeper
he knows where all the bodies are (yeah), hardy har
laughing behind your back, probably are
new n+ggas, they party hard with they homies
like, more than they women (real sh+t)
you know what kind of aura it’s giving
i don’t care if he make more than a living
you independent, know how to get it
like zoom, need that boy in a minute
don’t get me wrong, your pops know n0body is perfect
but if you gon’ forget somebody, homie gotta be worth it
he take you shopping for purses
but he a op on the surface, blocking your purpose
relationships like to stop at the circus
f+ck all that clown sh+t (yeah)
you know you can’t settle
find someone extraordinary on your same level (word)
’cause ain’t nothing plain, but the plain jane bezel (for real)
i gotta tell the truth (why?), so i can shame devil’s eye
look at y’all and see phenomenal queens (yes, yeah+yeah)
the kind designed for honorable kings
this is just a freestyle to the beat and the drums
on the very next one, i gotta speak to my son
[chorus: kxng crooked]
i just wanna see you smile (that’s on my life)
you know that you my peace now (that’s on my life)
this the daddy+daughter freestyle (that’s what it is)
this the son+father freestyle (that’s what it is)
your pops was a street child (in long beach)
hanging on the streets wild (in brooklyn)
did it all, so you can eat now (so you can eat now)
now we eating off of freestyles (now we eating, baby, ha)

[verse 2: joell ortiz]
in this little letter to my sons, i’m telling y’all have fun (that’s what’s up)
only one time on this planet you get to be 21 (y’all live it up)
be leaders, but, follow your gut, it always knows what’s up (word)
the playbook for young brown men in america could be tough
yup, some people only see color
but some of my white friends i consider my brothers
don’t make any excuses, always look for solutions
unapologetically use it, there’s never confusion
and don’t try to be me, know your dad is the coolest
when i was young i was smart, so smart i was stupid
we all make our mistakes, just try not to repeat them
somebody do you dirty, why try to get even
that only makes you dirty, try being the clean one
that one gon’ take some time, but patience is key son
when it comes to these women, there’ll be a couple in your life
you’ll fall in love with them, and maybe wanna be your wife
but you honor these ladies, if you have children with these women
you father these babies (yeah), even if you don’t end up with them
happiness is like a breeze in the air
it comes and goes, just learn to appreciate when it’s there
and when it blows in another direction, don’t get too down on yourself
just soak up the lesson, and put that crown on yourself
and remember you kings
and if there’s ever anything, i mean anything
you wanna talk about or ask me, plain old vent
got some sh+t you wanna run past me, my ears are yours gladly
and lastly, i love you+
[chorus: kxng crooked]
i just wanna see you smile (that’s on my life)
you know that you my peace now (that’s on my life)
this the daddy+daughter freestyle (that’s what it is)
this the son+father freestyle (that’s what it is)
your pops was a street child (in long beach)
hanging on the streets wild (in brooklyn)
did it all, so you can eat now (so you can eat now)
now we eating off of freestyles (now we eating, baby, ha)

- kxng crooked joell ortiz lyrics

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