Now He hard, he bough, he tough du rag and Tims
Kinda hard to get a job back out on the block
Charge that to the game
Young girl she grew up in a rush
Had it bad, no doubt, she donât know who to trust
Every man she ever loved only want to crush Charge that to the game
But itâs all gravy, hey baby
Shots gettinâ popped, the cops shut down the party
Jeans sag low, blow smoke out of Dutches
Weâve got love for yâall who sure donât love us
So we swerve in the Suburban switchinâ lanes
Spend up all our dough on them chrome and thangs
Name our kids some funny names
Donât hate on us, weâre fabulous
prepaid cellies for local calls
lil don and divas up at the mall
Rockin cornrow twist, thatâs how we roll
But donât hate on us, weâre fabulous
They met, he said how she was a dime
So naïve that she believed every single lie
17, first time slipped up, âbout to have a child
Charge that to the game
Was just us and mom, single parent home
She did the best she could, did it all alone
Met a man but he wonât raise a child thatâs not his own
Oh, no, oh, no, no
But itâs all gravy, hey baby
Shots gettinâ popped, the cops shut down the party
Jeans sag low, blow smoke out of Dutches
Weâve got love for yâall who sure donât know us
So we swerve in the Suburban switchinâ lanes
Spend up all our dough on them chrome and thangs
Name our kids some funny names
Donât hate on us, weâre fabulous
We pay cellulars for local calls
Hatinâ kinds of demons up at the malls
Rockin cornrow twist, thatâs how we roll
But donât hate on us, weâre fabulous
With all that weâve got
And no matter whatever together weâll weather the storm
And meanwhile with all we got it might get rough, but
itâs alright
âCause U-N-I-T-Y is all we need
To get our R-E-S-P-E-C-T
And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P
And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P
And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P
And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P
And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P
And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P