| At 17 years old I started runnin' the streetsMan, I had some fun in the streets
 11, 12, sometimes 1 in the streets
 By 18, I started seeing the sun in the streets
 
 My mom started trippin' on me
 Like Will, you gotta choose your friends carefully
 Like, I trust you but please call me
 And when you have kids of your own you'll see
 I'ma be here when all your friends won't
 
 But I was busy hollerin' parents just don't understand
 Now here I am with a family runnin' the lines she ran on me
 We ain't always see eye to eye but Mom, on your principles
 Now I rely, you got me tastin' my toes
 
 I didn't know
 Momma told me don't go down that road
 But I gotta go where I gotta go
 So take your fool telling me I told you so
 
 I used to roll hard with this dude named Chuck
 Rollin' in my car with this dude named Chuck
 My Mommy really liked this dude named Chuck
 She thought he was really and polite, Chuck
 
 And me used to roll out faithfully, inevitably
 You see Chuck, you gon' see me
 Like we on TV, the bosom is the buddy
 Share food, clothes, and money, and hunnies
 
 Flock like we was players from the NBA
 Still hurts to recall the day I heard him say
 To this girl named Mya
 I was diggin', he told her I was a liar
 
 Told her I be cheatin' on women
 Breakin' hearts and grinnin'
 He told her her life would be better with him in it
 That's the friend I chose
 
 I didn't know
 Momma told me don't go down that road
 But I gotta go where I gotta go
 So take your fool telling me I told you so
 
 Momma used to say, "Take your time young man
 I ain't always gonna be there , holding your hand
 But, you'll always know exactly where I am
 And when I'm not there in my place the Lord will stand
 
 Will study the world, only the wise succeed
 And when you're eyes tell lies your heart should lead
 You're gonna do dirt we all gon' sin
 But when you realize it, apologize and never do it again
 
 Mom told me don't rush to get old
 If you got youth, truth clutched in your hold
 It's like possibilities too much to behold
 An emotional shield from life's blustery cold
 
 Mom, all this stuff was hard you said was hard
 Childish disregard 'cuz my head was hard
 Now, no question opposed, ugh
 
 I didn't know
 Momma told me don't go down that road
 But I gotta go where I gotta go
 So take your fool telling me I told you so
 
 
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