Options - Bizzle

At some point in your life you going to be put into a position

To either due what you know what’s right or do what’s best for you

Most of the time our selfish nature

Makes us do what’s best for us no matter how bad it’ll be for the next person

Uh Ebony’s only nineteen grew up without a father he left back in nine three

And her mom’s didn’t take it well self-esteem went straight to hell couldn’t

find peace

Looking for it in the I-V feeling noid

Bringing home strange with to try and fill the void

In the next room Ebony could hear the noise

What her mom did with those men she did with boys

And the men used to treat her mom hell of bad

Call her out her name and hit her if she started yelling back

And one late night why Ebony’s laid up

Mom’s friend sneaks into the room and rapes her

She never tells anybody and she grows up

Feeling like she’s nothing because that’s what he told her

Every time he did it to her now she’s the known slut

Dudes mess over not knowing that her soul’s crushed

Uh then she meets you one day

You got two options be another number

Just another nigga that got what he wanted from her

You can be a part of her feeling worthless

Or be the first one to let her know what her worth is

She ready to hit the track do you pimp her?

Or give her the advice you’d give your little sister?

Would you fix her or would you let the cash you wanted

Convince you to take advantage of the fact she’s broken?

Bizzle

What’s it gon be?

X4

(I was in that situation homie and I ain’t make the right decision either

I knew she was broken but her being broken is what got me paid

Something in me told me to tell her that she was better than that

But I knew if I told her that my money would stop evil.)

Little Bink only fourteen pops was a dope dealer mom was a dope fiend

Saw pops murders and mom’s OD so he moved with his G moms back in 03

Project’s dead middle of the nigga sense

Looked up to the older bloods he would kick it with

Started off smoking weed then started pitching it

Street life is reeling him in like a fisher men

Grandma loving him but can’t keep up with him

Big homies forcing him to fight just to toughen him

Everybody judging him nobody was hugging him

Ignored the hope in him just spoke to the thug in him

Heart getting colder by the minute

He never shows emotion so no one knows what’s in him

He never knew love so all you got to do is ride for him

And he’s ready to die or do FED time for ya

Uh then he meets you one day

Do you tell him it’s a better way give him hope?

Or do you sit him on the corner and give him dope?

Manipulate him into to taking your heat

And convince him doing your time will make him a G?

Do you make him a shooter and give him his first piece of chrome?

Or tell him get an education and leave the streets alone?

You can help him throw his life away

Or be the first one to tell him he can start a new life today.

Bizzle

What’s it gon be?

X4

(I remember having a conversation with the homie

Talking about the younger cats like there lives was expendable or something

Like yea we’ll send the little niggas over there have them do dirt

Like they freedom wasn’t worth nothing like their life being on the line wasn’t

worth nothing

Come on you got the option homie

You can either speak life or speak death into this next generation

You can either do what’s best for you which is take a chick that’s broken

Keep her broken have the tools to fix her and not use it

So that you can keep your money coming in

Or see a little cat going in the wrong direction

And keep him heading in that wrong direction

Because he’ll do dirt for you and he’ll keep you out of jail

By putting his life his freedom on the line for you

You can keep him lost or use your experiences homie

To tell him don’t go that way I been that way it’s a dead end

Come on speak life turn your negative into positive Yea)