Tell Me How

[Intro: Jay Spizzy & Slick Ross]
Dropping a Popped Locket, bitch
Yo, ayo, yo, yo
Yo listen up
This song is for all my kids in Queens
Q-U double E N-Z
Or at least princesses, you know we're trying
Nah but for real, this is for everyone who don't got a lot
Check it out

[Verse 1: Jay Spizzy]
Since the time I was incubated and artificially matured
Life has always shown she's a bitch
Nah fuck that, she's a whore
I'll take these shitty cards I'm dealt and I'll win the game with 'em could do it with no hands, I can do it with no band
The time that I wasted can't say that I wasted
Because of the things that I tried and I tasted
Furious and curious, I learned by the touch
Every move you make has a repercussion
Isn't that fun? Made to feel like you lost when you won
It's the dusting it off that gets you through it
So dust your shit off and keep it moving
I used to break bread with fake friends, shake hands
Make plans, big plans, that never happened
Now I'm making deals with real friends, feeling great
I could be floating, haha, shutter shades to hide the gloating
And I hope god has a spare seat right next to him
Cause with the way I'm coming up, shit if I don't fly through him
Cause I'm a soldier I got no boulders on these shoulders
The weight of the planet is less than my talent
To keep me reminded I keep them holstered

[Chorus: Jay Spizzy & Slick Ross]
Tell me how I turned lemons into lemonade
Tell me how we're coming up
Tell me how I traded a scholarship for this music shit
Tell me how I'm not regretting it
Tell me how sometimes what's so wrong could be so right
Tell me how we're all alike, but tell me how we still all fight
Tell me how sometimes what seems right could be so wrong
And tell me how you fucking knew, all along

[Verse 2: Slick Ross]
Out of the darkest dawn I came along
Only took six weeks to raise me huh?
"I'm tired of being this babies mom
Just so pops can't say he saw slip this in his food
And he'll pass out soon, oh shit, Deb, the baby's blue!"
Now I'm right here and far from foolish with white hair and a scar to prove it
Skip to 18, slingin' the greens
Not giving a fuck about what safety means
I'm living my life like fuck all the laws
With 25 bags up under my drawers
Can't pause can't stop, straight fiending for guape
On a cold winter night made some stops on the block
Gave 3 to Joe, put the stock in my pocket
Just my luck i got stopped by the cops shit
Fuck, what do I do, one's no big deal but I had 22
I play my game right, shut my mouth, no confessions
And somehow I lucked out and just got possession
So keep an eye out for the NARC van
If you're flippin on trees like Tarzan
Don't make mistakes coppin' in case Jake is watchin
A couple wrong moves and they'll be raking the block in
Can't stop this shit son, isn't that fun
Made to feel like you lost when you won
And they're bringing you in and they're writing you up
Cause compared to their penny, you making a buck
They're taking your luck and they're breaking it up
Life's a bitch and she's fake as fuck
So when your coin tosses, be prepared to take your losses

[Chorus: Slick Ross & Jay Spizzy]
Tell me how sometimes what's so wrong could be so right
Tell me how we're all alike, but tell me how we still all fight
Tell me how sometimes what seems right could be so wrong
And tell me how you fucking knew, all along
Tell me how I turned lemons into lemonade
Tell me how we're coming up
Tell me how I traded a scholarship for this music shit
Tell me how I'm not regretting it

[Verse 3: Slick Ross]
Ayo, tell me how I'm not regretting shit
Won't let a bitch ever get the heart of me cause honestly
It's hard to see monogamy as part of we
So I went and pardoned thee
When you struck me again in Florida see
Why am I even bothering with it?
Cause shit bitch your bitch fits make slit wrists seem like a good idea
Like a piff hit when Slick spits
I ain't falling for your sucker shit
I know you was on another dick
So now like I'm shooting porno
My mentality's straight "Fuck a bitch"

[Verse 4: Jay Spizzy]
Never did trust a bitch, started when I was a little kid
This shit that I was dating said she needed money on Christmas for an abortion
I thought it was legit, but it was not legit
So that bitch got dissed
Just like my momma split when I was a freshman
Growing up on pornography, eating junk food, watching wrestling
Dear Momma, here's a message
Surprise
Surprised?

[Chorus: Jay Spizzy & Slick Ross]
Tell me how I turned lemons into lemonade
Tell me how we're coming up
Tell me how I traded a scholarship for this music shit
Tell me how I'm not regretting it
Tell me how sometimes what's so wrong could be so right
Tell me how we're all alike, but tell me how we still all fight
Tell me how sometimes what seems right could be so wrong
And tell me how you fucking knew, all along

[Outro]
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