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Katori Walker
Ignorance

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A wise man,
he told me this,
he said that ignorance is bliss.
Well if this ignorance is bliss,
then why do niggas carry clips?
Tryna catch a nigga slip,
probably running up a lip.
Or just for * with his chick,
man that * don't make no sense.
Man you selfish as *,
you got your baby mama riding with you.
Banging out the window,
now your baby mama dying with you.
I hope to God that she ain't ask for this life.
But then again she knew you banged,
so then she ask for this life.
I'm drinking too much,
tripping off the bottle,
thinking too much,
drinking too much.
Maybe I should sit this bottle down,
cause niggas hella quick to shoot.
Nobody wanna squabble now,
I'm bout to cop a 9-2.
But bust it back, won't bring my brother back.
You got a gun,
you feeling hard,
ain't hearing none of that.
You love your hood, you love your street.
And all those colors that you reppin' probably end up dead in jail.
And then your child is left neglected.
What the * nigga?
Say what the * nigga?
Man, say what the * nigga?
Tell your mama you don't love her.
I tell your family you don't love them.
Hey, tell your children you don't love them.
Cause if you love them, why the * you bang?
Answer that.
Oh, I know.
Cause you just wanna
be a hood nigga.
Forgot the object,
it's a kid about the hood nigga.
I know some women
love a hood nigga.
You want your kids to have a father,
find a good nigga.
But you just
wanna be a hood nigga.
Forgot the object,
it's a kid about the hood nigga.
30.
A wise man,
he told me this,
he said that ignorance is bliss.
Well if this ignorance is bliss,
then why do niggas carry clips?
Tryna catch a nigga slip,
probably running up a lip.
Or just for * with his chick,
man that * don't make no sense.
Man you selfish as *,
you got your baby mama riding with you.
Banging out the window,
now your baby mama dying with you.
I hope to God that she ain't ask for this life.
But then again she knew you banged,
so then she ask for this life.
I'm drinking too much,
tripping off the bottle,
thinking too much,
drinking too much.
Maybe I should sit this bottle down,
cause niggas hella quick to shoot.
Nobody wanna squabble now,
I'm bout to cop a 9-2.
But bust it back, won't bring my brother back.
You got a gun,
you feeling hard,
ain't hearing none of that.
You love your hood, you love your street.
And all those colors that you reppin' probably end up dead in jail.
And then your child is left neglected.
What the * nigga?
Say what the * nigga?
Man, say what the * nigga?
Tell your mama you don't love her.
I tell your family you don't love them.
Hey, tell your children you don't love them.
Cause if you love them, why the * you bang?
Answer that.
Oh, I know.
Cause you just wanna
be a hood nigga.
Forgot the object,
it's a kid about the hood nigga.
I know some women
love a hood nigga.
You want your kids to have a father,
find a good nigga.
But you just
wanna be a hood nigga.
Forgot the object,
it's a kid about the hood nigga.
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