Wrong Role Model - Boosie Badazz

The wrong role model

Oh lawd

I got infatuated wit' tha dope dealers

They life, and they hairstyle

Bandanas and gold teeth

And the women they fuck

Guess I grew up in tha fast lane

Infatuated wit' tha finer thangs

At tha mall we would window shop

At jewelry and diamond rings

Respect, we salute off top

To tha big dawg who run tha block

From Monday to Sunday

Him and his runners, they run tha shop

Michael Jordan was a muthafucka

But Calvin was GOD to us

Crazy ‘cause we worshipped tha one

Who hurt our family, sell hard to us

Role model

Larry Hoover shit

Rayful Edmond shit

Role model

Pablo shit

Rick Ross shit

But not tha rapper Rick (tha dope dealer)

I wanted to be like tha big dawg in tha hood who gave out tha turkeys out

Shoulda went that way

But I went tha other route

Me, Lil Bleek in front Grandma house

Spray you, u come in front Grandma house

Tryna be our role models

We ate in front my Grandma house

Damn look at my role models

Dead or stuck in prison

Guess when you get too much

They come and they get ya

I think I had tha wrong role model

Me & U

So I just might be tha wrong role model

For you and you

It’s safe to say

I had tha wrong role model

Oh lawd

So I just might be tha wrong role model

For your child

Talk to ‘em Bad azz

You might want jewelry like me

Get pussy like me

But is you really down to take care all of them children like me

Half my niggas in tha ground

Show you want hittas like me?

Show u wanna live tha life I live

U might not make 23

Fo' you ever try to be like me

Rather you be 23

Michael Jordan

Cuz my life is for the dangerous and deep

I get blamed for a lot of pain

My life ain’t built for tha weak

Is you gon' cry when ya nigga die

Or put his killa to sleep

I send a prayer to all tha lil ones

Who grew up livin' like me

Hope you make it, some way, some how

And go and get it like me

But don’t be slippin' like me

Be wit' yo pistol like me

Is u gon' buss behind yo shit

Sho you won’t be drippin like me

Can you guerilla hustle if you fall

Go get that ticket like me

Camp J, Angola bound

When u get ignorant like me

U want be Boosie

Would you want cancer in yo kidney like me

I was raised to think that sellin' dope tha only way u get rich

Real shit

I think I had tha wrong role model

Me & U

So I just might be tha wrong role model

For you and you

It’s safe to say

I had tha wrong role model

Oh lawd

So I just might be tha wrong role model

For your child

Let me take you back

When I was in a daze lookin'

Fo' I ever got some pussy

If you wasn’t a bad azz

People would thank that you was pussy

All my uncles trained me

Boosie you can’t be no pussy

Showed me how to be a gangsta

And they showed me how to cook it

This tha baking soda (Whip It)

This tha purple so (Sip It)

He’s a jacka, he might wack ya

This is serious

Kill him (I feel him)

Then he went to runnin' all them gangsta stories

Bout Boo Milton nem

When 2Pac came to tha bottom

And I was feelin' him

I used to drank tha whole bottom

Silk & Slim was my role models

I went to tha pen

Look what you did

I had tha wrong role model

Black Jesus up out that bottom

Big Rowe always sold me fire

And Big Hammer was a legend to me (Thug in Peace man)

I think I had tha wrong role model

Me & U

So I just might be tha wrong role model

For you and you

It’s safe to say

I had tha wrong role model

Oh lawd

So I just might be tha wrong role model

For your child