That's Not Right

(album: Progression 2: A Young Texas Playa - 2012)

Uh, uh
She ain't looking for love, she just looking for things
She just looking for a nigga that's chasing his dreams
A younging she tell him how much she love him
And she know he gon' accept it cause
A nigga been thru some things
She cal around the city to see what he stacking
What type of car he drive, what type of weight he packing
Shit is he lame or is he cool, does he bang and is he rude
Does he claim to be in school, is he attending classes
Don't want a low life, she living that hoe life, she ain't got no life
But fucking and sucking these niggas and living the poor life
Don't treat her poor light, don't give her no light
But we the reason when they loved us we ain't give them no life

That's not right, look how they changing the game
And now these women want the money, cars, clothes and that fame
It's not right, but tell me who can you blame
When every nigga treat em' wrong and they mamas' the same
That's not right, look how they changing the game
Look how these women want the money, cars, clothes and the fame
It's not right, but tell me who can you blame
When every nigga treat em' wrong and they mamas' the same
Yeah

Who gon' change the world, for that baby girl
In her stroller, when she get older, she could save the world
Her soul is so pure, it ain't made of pearls
And yeah that girl stripping with somebody's baby girl
While her mama working hard to bring the food home
She out here working hard just to keep her phone on
So she won't get left behind, in the social battleground
We got the lower end, I want them better times
That 'let me walk you home from school' that was my favorite line
But now these 12 year old kids making babies now
By 18, she be doing lines, and probly dead by age 25

That's not right, look how they changing the game
And now these women want the money, cars, clothes and that fame
It's not right, but tell me who can you blame
When every nigga treat em' wrong and they mamas' the same
That's not right, look how they changing the game
Look how these women want the money, cars, clothes and the fame
It's not right, but tell me who can you blame
When every nigga treat em' wrong and they mamas' the same