[Chorus: White Gold]
Pray you see tomorrow, little boy, you gon' learn
'Fore them pretty bitches leave your ass in the urn
You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
Better pray you see tomorrow, little boy, you gon' learn
Pray you see tomorrow, little boy, you gon' learn
'Fore them pretty bitches leave your ass in the urn
You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
Better pray you see tomorrow, little boy, you gon' learn
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
I'm a product of properly hoppin' up out of that poverty
Profitin' all for coppin' and swappin' that property out for a possible monopoly
Tryin' not to adopt my father's old philosophies
Same time I'm prayin' to God that everything works out at his colonoscopy
I'm walkin' across a suicidal tightrope intentionally
While the demons comin' out of me
Wifey's on the side of me talkin' sense into me
Without she, I feel incomplete mentally, she's been sent to me
Right there since '9-6, worse nightmare to side chicks, some things are just meant to be
This it for me, give my daughters a kiss for me
Y'all call this fame, I call this shit alcoholistic infamy
Targetin' my kids and babies through population and gun control
Shit make me wanna make a hunnid more
Make a bigot racist uncomfortable
If y'all against talkin' reparation, then I'm not against the thought of separation
While the politicians that are white and privileged ask how is this different from segregation, that's funny bro
Segregation is bein' told where I'm gonna go
Separation is bein' woke and goin' wherever I wanna go
[Chorus: White Gold]
Pray you see tomorrow, little boy, you gon' learn
'Fore them pretty bitches leave your ass in the urn
You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
Better pray you see tomorrow, little boy, you gon' learn
Pray you see tomorrow, little boy, you gon' learn
'Fore them pretty bitches leave your ass in the urn
You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
Better pray you see tomorrow, little boy, you gon' learn
[Verse 2: Eminem & White Gold]
Never sold dope (What?), for no gold rope (Huh?)
Wanted one, though, they were so dope (Yeah)
Was a have-not (Yeah), 'cause my pockets (Uh)
Didn't have knots (Nope), I was so broke (Last rock)
On my last rock (What?), for my slingshot
Better haul ass, don't be no slowpoke (Nope)
Through the tall grass (Yeah), run your ass off (Yeah)
Oh no, got your pants caught on the fence post
Getting chased by them jackboys, think it's 'bout to fuzz
Like a lint roller they wait 'til it's late, they will tiptoe
Through your living room window, take your Nintendo and then skate
Making you feel like you got bent over and raped
Little boy, you're never gonna get no rope chain (Nah)
Get your shit stole, and your lip swole, I became bitter
As I got a little bit older, my hate (What?)
Was making me get colder, began to get a chipped shoulder
Started to spit vulgar, my ZIP code had been skid row
But I ate every single beat that I spit over, the shithole I escaped
Then I began to explode, detonate, now the Eastside went schizo
Thought my name was B-side 'cause they flipped over my tape (Haha)
And I won't hesitate
To get 'em all bent so outta shape (Fuck)
Shit, bro, hold up, wait
I just tripped over my cape (Superman)
And I'm not gonna let up, treat the paper like I'm chopping a letter
Dre'll tell you I shred
So when you refer to the guy next to the doc, you meant shredder
Now the cops wanna set up roadblocks on my head, I
Got several bounties from feds in every county
I'm with a gal at a Checkers wiling
Bumping "Fuck tha Police" while I fed her Rally's
This shit is like Romper Room
Why do I feel responsible for these kids?
All of whom I'm a father to
I'm a God to you, y'all better worship the water I walk on
Or y'all gonna meet your Waterloo
I get to flippin' the mic as a murder weapon
I'm poppin' an extra clip, then cock and shoot, then I'm popping
Do not let me catch you slippin'
I will pop up and I'll take a spot from you
I'll get to doing what a leaky faucet do
But I ain't talkin' drip when I say that I'll get the drop on you
Singin' fuck all of you in autotune
I am too volatile and too grizzly to bear
Yeah, shit is gettin' to where I can barely even sit in a chair (Yeah)
I bust my ass for this shit and I swear
It ain't even worth dissing someone so offbeat
That they can't even figure out where their words
Should hit the kick and the snare (Hah)
[Chorus: White Gold]
Pray you see tomorrow, little boy, you gon' learn
'Fore them pretty bitches leave your ass in the urn
You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
Better pray you see tomorrow, little boy, you gon' learn
Pray you see tomorrow, little boy, you gon' learn
'Fore them pretty bitches leave your ass in the urn
You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
Better pray you see tomorrow, little boy, you gon' learn
