Hey Ho

[Intro] Ugh, Yeah Check it out, check it out now Ugh, yeah, talk to em' [Verse 1] Wholesome Girl Those them girls That make a nigga wanna eat that eye candy So full, off that soul food Got me so used to what you used to be Yeah Picked you up like truancy You had a lil' class Lil' bit of ass Lil' bit of sass Lil' bit of cash Moms left in that joint account She from the south and she wanna dance Alvin Ailey Tippy toeing through the city Chasing dreams You on my mind so dearly All the time 8 years fly by Seen you on a pole in the summer time [Chorus] Get up Gotta keep your Head up When you feeling Fed up Never quit or Let up Know the worlds gon' spin For the worse or the better So all we gotta do is live better So we Move on, groove on, sing a song, sing along This a song of songs A song for you It don't matter what you going through Now let me hear ya [Bridge 1] Hey ho, Hey ho Hey ho, Hey ho Hey ho, Hey ho Hey ho, Hey ho [Verse 2] Praise the true Women that could raise the youth On they own And gotta face the truth That their dude Threw a dude Once ya'll reproduced I could relate I had to face it too Never knew my seminal Only knew anger Had to grow by myself Had to face danger Hangin' with them bangers Era of the 36 chambers So you know a nigga all banged up Before I came up Raised up Shorty with a story Off the block similar to mine Moms high all the time Partied all the time Hardly on her mind Is her grind Unless she on a line All low line borderline Gettin' wet outta wedlock Bam Baby off a bed rock Shed lots of tears for the homie Though it's been a couple years Hope he's all good and doin' fine [Bridge 2] But I gotta move on Move on, move on This a song of songs Song of songs, song of songs Yeah This a song for you This a song for you This a song for you This a song for you [Chorus] Get up Gotta keep your Head up When you feeling Fed up Never quit or Let up Know the worlds gon' spin For the worse or the better So all we gotta do is live better So we Move on, groove on, sing a song, sing along This a song of songs A song for you It don't matter what you going through Now let me hear ya [Skit - TTime] (Phone rings to voicemail) Ahhhhh ha ha Yo bro, my nigga What time is it like 3 suntin' Yo my nigga I'm walkin' to the store Shit I'm bout to go get some food You know how niggas do We turnt up N guess who I seen Like It's this bitch Walkin' wit the carriage n all dat Lookin' all crazy Stumblin' Mad shit out her hands I just start laughin' at this bitch like yo Fuck is goin' on wit your life like Damn bro Remember that was your bitch, like That shits crazy Look at her now, like All fucked up in the game I told that bitch man Coulda been out in Cali Underneath some palm trees or suntin' Swimmin' in the pool Showin' that cake off Now that shit just all outta shape You know I know what's going on bro That shit crazy HAHAHA Yo My nigga Migs bro Yo my nigga That bitch looked crazy my nigga HAHA That's how it be bro You already know Ima hitchu back