Court Tomorrow (Explicit) - Blac Youngsta

Lyrics by：Sammie Benson/Tahj Vaughn/Darvin Barthelemy

Composed by：Sammie Benson/Tahj Vaughn/Darvin Barthelemy

Tahj Money

D Major baby

I gave you n***as my heart and this how you treat me

Know what I'm sayin'

See the thing is I was with them n***as but they wasn't with me

I was just too blind to see

Selfish

Good night

I gotta wake up early morning I got court tomorrow

I ain't breakin' out the old school 'til it's up to par

Ain't gon' stop 'til I put grandmama in that four car garage

I can't give up on my brothers they all that I got

Believe me

Where I come from ain't no way I swear to God believe me

Every time I open up to her I swear she leave me

I don't get no phone calls from 'em 'less they need me yeah

Take a sip I want two shots of the Henn'

I been goin' through it lately bumpin' 2Pac in my Benz

But it's all good baby I got two Glocks in my jeans

Uh-huh

I got one b***h at the crib she left two socks in my den

I ain't ever get a chance to let my fans know what I'm goin' through

Goin' through

Goin' to court every day swear to God bro I'm fightin' for my life

Fight

Don't be ashamed to tell people now if your money gettin' tight

Tight

Pray to God it'll be aight

Pray to God it'll be aight

I got the same n***as with me but I got new styles

Corporate

I got the same haters mad but I got a new Lam'

F**k 'em

I got the same mama went and bought her a new Jag

I love you

I got the same b***hes with me went and bought a new bag

I love you

I gotta wake up early morning I got court tomorrow

I ain't breakin' out the old school 'til it's up to par

Ain't gon' stop 'til I put grandmama in that four car garage

I can't give up on my brothers they all that I got

Believe me

Where I come from ain't no way I swear to God believe me

Every time I open up to her I swear she leave me

I don't get no phone calls from 'em 'less they need me yeah

I stopped actin' tough and hard when I realized I was gangster

If you thinkin' I'm not smart what the f**k you n***as thinkin'

I mean multimillionaire s**t

Welcome to the entertainment business b***h

"Booty" went gold

Facts

"Hip Hopper" too

Facts

I'm a platinum selling artist

Me

What about you

Don't believe the hype

Nope

When them n***as say they got you

No

I can't be scared of heights

No

I gotta go in the sky too

Everybody gotta die one day everybody can't eat off one plate

Everybody need they own lunch tray

S**t good

Every n***a ain't Jay-Z

Yeah

Every chick ain't Beyoncé

Yeah

F**k boy wanna race me

And I'm goin' down a one way

If I win pay me or it's gunplay

I gotta wake up early morning I got court tomorrow

I ain't breakin' out the old school 'til it's up to par

Ain't gon' stop 'til I put grandmama in that four car garage

I can't give up on my brothers they all that I got

Believe me

Where I come from ain't no way I swear to God believe me

Every time I open up to her I swear she leave me

I don't get no phone calls from 'em 'less they need me yeah