Uncle O.G.

Conversation never sweet with the OG
Conversation never sweet with the OG
Many in the black community
Are raised to distrust psychological help
Black Americans are about
Half as likely as White Americans to use mental health services
Hey, Unc, I need to talk
Man, you niggas done went all soft
Your generation is cooked if this how it look
To try to get your shit resolved
As a man, nigga, tuck that shit
Keep it moving, as black people, that's what we been doing
Now here y'all come with this therapy shit
And these white folk came to see us ruined, you jive niggaz
Acting like you got it tougher we all had to suffer to thrive, nigga
Least you got the internet
We had to stick with that nine-to-five, nigga
You ain't even got to be in these streets
These youngins are choosing to die, nigga
Where the fuck is your pride, nigga? (Damn)
Conversation never sweet with the OG
(No)
Mayne open the door bruh
Got me looking stupid outchea in front of these people
Okay, and you got me out here
Looking stupid in these streets, bitch-ass nigga
Man, Unc the boy done got caught slipping, man
My gal found out and she kicked me out, man
And ol girl talking about she pregnant, man
I ain't even with that, dog
I want my old lady back, I need some advice
Should've strapped up, or made her your wife
But the main rule is to never get caught
See, that's why your ass ain't about that life
Boy how was you hoeing and you homeless?
I know your name ain't on the lease
You make a choice to cheat
And now you want pity 'cause she put you out on the street? (Shit)
You ain't living with me, gather your pride or call up your mama
Tell her a baby is coming, she don't know the woman
Prepare her for some of that drama
Stand on your business and focus on cheddar
You need a place, get your credit together
If you gonna be a father, nigga, work
You got nine months to get it together (Ayy)
Conversation never sweet with the OG
(No)
Conversation never sweet with the OG
Hey, Unc, I need some help
Man, you better learn to help yourself
Surround yourself with better types of niggas
Man, stray away from fighting death
(What the hell?)
You know what I'm saying, don't play like I ain't making sense
As much as I'm fussing in all our discussions
I pray you really make amends
See, I ain't have no OGs coming up
I was really thinking I'd done enough
I was living life every day to fight
And your young ass kept running up
Saying, "Unc, I need this and that,"
You was always known to be a handful
But if I'm the one you always running to
I should lead by a better example
I was told not to cry as a boy, as a man, that would turn to rage
And the choices made with that anger inside got me locked in a cage
Living like a beast put me in survival mode, everyone's an enemy
That's why I'm always dolo, man, everybody sense that energy
Young nigga, you let my guard down, but don't ask me for guidance
'Cause I'm not the one to seek that from
Get that pride out and let God in
And I wanna do the same as an old fool, all I guarantee to try
But use your brain you putting too much energy into trying to die
Type shit type shit
For real I hear you I hear you
Alright man Ima get it together
Unc I got one more question, one more question
Let me hold something
NIGGA!