Eminem – You Gon’ Learn (Demo Version) (2025) | Track profile | Dork

Eminem – You Gon’ Learn (Demo Version) (2025) | Track profile | Dork

Lyrics

You Gon’ Learn (Demo Version)

[Chorus: White Gold]

Pray you see tomorrow, little boy, you gon' learn

All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn

You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn

But I pray you see tomorrow, little boy, you gon' learn

Pray you see tomorrow, little boy, you gon' learn

All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn

You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn

But I 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

Targettin' 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 talk and 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

All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn

You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn

But I pray you see tomorrow, little boy, you gon' learn

Pray you see tomorrow, little boy, you gon' learn

All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn

You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn

But I pray you see tomorrow, little boy, you gon' learn

[Verse 2: Eminem]

Never sold dope (What?) for no gold rope (Huh?)

Wanted one though (Ah), they were so dope (Yeah)

Was a have-not (Yeah) 'cause my pockets (Uh)

Didn't have knots (Nope), I was so broke

On my last rock, for my slingshot

Better haul ass, don't be no slow poke (Nope)

Through the tall grass (Ah), 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 (Ah)

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 cold, and 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

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 how 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 Da 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'll pop in 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 for Tee Grizzley 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 (Ha)

[Chorus: White Gold]

Pray you see tomorrow, little boy, you gon' learn

All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn

You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn

But I pray you see tomorrow, little boy, you gon' learn

Pray you see tomorrow, little boy, you gon' learn

All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn

You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn

But I pray you see tomorrow, little boy, you gon' learn

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