Ab-Soul - Be A Man lyrics

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Ab-Soul - Be A Man lyrics

[Verse 1:] "Herbert Anthony you need to get you life together" That's my momma bothered by how I live life like whatever They say I'm pressed for time, but I don't press the issue I just stay on my grind, chain smoking marijuan help me free my mind What a coincidence, like feeling guilt trickin by your innocence In a sense I'm livin in my second childhood Don't pay a lick of rent, rhyme, eat, sleep, and sh** And when you twenty-two that don't sound good Maybe if I went to school it'll be cool I've have something to fall back on if this rap don't crack Perhaps I'd have a better story had I sold crack Let's go back, to Carson high fluctuating my goals Writing rhymes through the lecture knew I should've took notes Sometimes I think I'm running in place, chasing hopes Rejoice my name as Ab-Soul or is it average joe [Hook: x2] All this commotion goes in one ear, out the other I'm still gone make it, one way or the other (Quit acting like a kid herb, gone be a man It's a man's world, how you suppose to feed your fam You need to act more like an adult, pull up your pants I know you do music but what's your plan B man) [Verse 2:] If I knew when I was younger would I grew to know I coulda tackle things more different, coulda been more defensive Coulda been more responsible, coulda been more persistent But I didn't and I ain't repenting My parents wake up in the morning to a cup of coffee Then go off to work it k**s'em when I'm still in bed snoring Only if they knew, their young boy was in the stu 'Til like 5 AM cookin up cla**ics to make them Proud it's house n***as that could stay in That was rather rash, but you can replace this scraps with straight cash I told jay I'm a buy you a house one day I probably send Katie & [?] to college too But right now I'm broke as a joke, I should do comedy Dude, I need a job, somebody hire me fast So I could win my girl over, she probably cheatin on my a** You motherf**ers better try and snatch her while she up for grabs [Hook] [Verse 3: Ab-Soul talking] It's like real difficult to articulate it It's like you got your goals, you got your aspirations Your dreams, and you chasing that, you pursuing that But in-turn it cost for you to sacrifice alot of your availability to go out their and get this paper, nah mean? It's hard to say you a man still and livin at your momma house Yo, I had a conversation with my step-pops Basically inquiring the time frame when I'm a pop I told'em I ain't know but I'm determined to blow Not like a fluffer, more like plaques that's platinum and gold That's on my great-grandmother He shook his head and said: "I don't know much about the music industry but what's been said The people ain't making no bread, let's be more realistic How you gone take care of a wife? how you gone feed your children I'm on my knees everyday tryna provide for ya'll I bought that car that you dippin, but you don't chip in You shouldve went to UCLA, like your cousin Jay He got a big signing bonus, every year like 80k" I looked him in the face and said "it ain't about the money And honestly buying an education sounds funny But have a little faith in your son, I'll come through for ya" He said be a man Herb, that's all I really want from ya [Hook]

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