Wrong Role Model

The wrong role model
 Oh lawd
 I got infatuated wit' tha dope dealers
 They life and they hairstyle
 Bandanas and gold teeth
 And the women they fuck
 Guess I grew up in the fast lane
 Infatuated with the finer thangs
 At tha mall we would window shop
 At jewelry and diamond rings
 Respect we salute off top
 To the big dog who run the block
 From Monday to Sunday
 Him and his runners they run the shop
 Michael Jordan was a muthafucker
 But Calvin was GOD to us
 Crazy 'cause we worshipped the one
 Who hurt our family sell hard to us
 Role model
 Larry Hoover shit
 Role model
 Rayful Edmond shit
 Role model
 Pablo shit
 Rick Ross shit
 But not the rapper Rick (tha dope dealer)
 I wanted to be like tha big dawg in tha hood who gave out tha turkeys out
 Shoulda went that way
 But I went tha other route
 Me Lil Bleek in front Grandma house
 Spray you u come in front Grandma house
 Tryna be our role models
 We ate in front my Grandma house
 Damn look at my role models
 Dead or stuck in prison
 Guess when you get too much
 They come and they get ya
 I think I had the wrong role model
 Me and you (me and you me and you)
 So I just might be tha wrong role model
 For you and you (for you and you)
 It's safe to say
 I had the wrong role model
 Oh lawd
 So I just might be the wrong role model
 For your child (for your child)
 Talk to 'em Bad ass
 You might want jewelry like me
 Get pussy like me
 But is you really down to take care all of them children like me
 Half my niggas in the ground
 Show you want hittas like me
 Show you wanna live tha life I live
 You might not make 23
 For you ever try to be like me
 Rather you be 23
 Michael Jordan
 Cuz my life is for the dangerous and deep
 I get blamed for a lot of pain
 My life ain't built for the weak
 Is you gon' cry when ya nigga die
 Or put his killa to sleep
 I send a prayer to all the lil ones
 Who grew up living like me
 Hope you make it some way some how
 And go and get it like me
 But don't be slipping like me
 Be with yo pistol like me
 Is you gon' buss behind yo shit
 Sho you won't be drippin like me
 Can you gorilla hustle if you fall
 Go get that ticket like me
 Camp J Angola bound
 When you get ignorant like me
 You want be Boosie
 Would you want cancer in yo kidney like me
 I was raised to think that sellin' dope tha only way u get rich
 Real shit
 I think I had tha wrong role model
 Me and you (me and you me and you)
 So I just might be the wrong role model
 For you and you (for you and you)
 It's safe to say
 I had the wrong role model
 Oh lawd
 So I just might be the wrong role model
 For your child (for your child)
 Let me take you back
 When I was in the days looking
 For I ever got some pussy
 If you wasn't a bad ass
 People would thank that you was pussy
 All my uncles trained me
 Boosie you can't be no pussy
 Showed me how to be a gangsta
 And they showed me how to cook it
 This the baking soda (Whip It)
 This the purple so (Sip It)
 He's a jacka he might wack ya
 This is serious
 Kill him (I feel him)
 Then he went to running all them gangsta stories
 Bout Boo Milton nem
 When 2Pac came to tha bottom
 And I was feeling him
 I used to drank tha whole bottom
 Silk and Slim was my role models
 I went to tha pen
 Look what you did
 I had tha wrong role model
 Black Jesus up out that bottom
 Big Rowe always sold me fire
 And Big Hammer was a legend to me (Thug in Peace man)
 I think I had the wrong role model
 Me and you (me and you me and you)
 So I just might be the wrong role model
 For you and you (for you and you)
 It's safe to say
 I had the wrong role model
 Oh lawd
 So I just might be the wrong role model
 For your child (for your child)
 I look up to all the bosses
 Names up on the wall
 Them bosses guided home