[J-Kwon talkin' over music]
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Ya know, right now, whatever you smoke,
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Right now cuz they ask me, and they ask me,
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And they ask me, they ask me
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[Verse 1]
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Now they ask me
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How you know so much at 17
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What you mean?
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You never seen a disfuctional teen
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Mama cared for me
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Papa wasnt their for me
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Older brother sold dope and murph blurr for me
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Times got hard I had to get harder
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Let me take that back I had to get smarter
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16, I had me a daughter
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Hold up J-Kwon lets get shit in order
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Baby mama thats a whole nother story
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Both too young both too horney
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Cell phone rung, but I didnt anwser
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Check my voice mail, my grandma got cancer
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Now she layin up in a old folks home
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When it seamed like yesterday she was home
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A month later stroke poped up
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Her brain cells gone
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The last thing she said was let no one steer you wrong, I'm grown
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[Chorus]
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They ask me, do I believe in God
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So I ask them, did I defeat the odds
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[2x]
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[Verse 2]
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Shit fucked up but I can't turn away now
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Sold dope around the town, self esteem way down
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Jessie made me tougher, he boxed me up
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My mama put me in the system, she locked me up
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Now this around the time that we lived on Haley
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When I think about it I don't know none of my family
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Except, for the immediate ones
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Thats why I run to the streets and the gennies hand guns
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He don't talk much so everybody wanna fight him
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Every school I went to nobody liked him
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Never could it be right
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I'd try sometimes
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So I chilled by myself and cry sometimes
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And all I ask from Gods to buy sometime
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Would I bring his name in it If I was lyin'
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Now look at what the fuck I done, done
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Terry Jones last son, this is a blessing
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I'm grown
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[Chorus]
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[Bridge]
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La, la, la, la, la, la, la
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Now they ask me how you know so much at 17
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What you mean
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You never seen a disfuctional teen
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La, la, la, la, la, la, la, woah
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Times got har I had to get harder
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Let me take that back I had to get smarter
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[Chorus]
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They Ask Me
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J-Kwon |