You Gon’ Learn Lyrics – Eminem
On “You Gon' Learn,” Eminem teams up with Royce da 5'9" and White Gold to stress the importance of resilience and determination. Royce and Em present themselves as products of survival despite the calamitous trials and tribulations they’ve been confronted with, while acknowledging the demons they’ve battled on their respective journeys to stardom.
| Song Name : | You Gon' Learn |
| Album / Movie : | Music to Be Murdered By |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Aftermath Entertainment, Shady Records, and Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon’ learnAll them pretty bitches leave yo’ ass in the urnYou ain’t sold your last rock, you just better earnBut I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon’ learnPray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon’ learnAll them pretty bitches leave yo’ ass in the urnYou ain’t sold your last rock, you just better earnBut I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon’ learn
I’m a product of properly hoppin’ up out of that povertyProfitin’ off of coppin’ and swappin’ that property out for a possible monopolyTry not to adopt my father’s old philosophiesSame time I’m prayin’ to God that everything works out at his colonoscopyI’m walkin’ across a suicidal tightrope intentionallyWhile the demons comin’ out of meWifey’s on the side of me talkin’ sense into meWithout she, I feel incomplete mentally, she’s been sent to meRight there since ’96, worse nightmare to side chicks, some things are just meant to be(Deal with life)This it for me, give my daughters a kiss for meY’all call this fame, I call this shit alcoholistic infamyTargettin’ my kids and babies through population and gun controlShit make me wanna make a hunnid moreMake a bigot racist uncomfortableIf y’all against talkin’ reparation then I’m not against the thought of separationWhile the politicians that are white and privilegedAsk how is this different from segregation, that’s funny broSegregation is bein’ told where I’m gonna goSeparation is bein’ woke and goin’ wherever I wanna go
Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon’ learnAll them pretty bitches leave yo’ ass in the urnYou ain’t sold your last rock, you just better earnBut I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon’ learnPray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon’ learnAll them pretty bitches leave yo’ ass in the urnYou ain’t sold your last rock, you just better earnBut I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon’ learn
Never sold dope for no gold ropeWanted one though, they were so dope (yeah)Was a have-not (yeah) ’cause my pockets (uh)Didn’t have knots, I was so brokeOn my last rock, for my slingshotBetter haul ass, don’t be no slow poke (nope)Through the tall grass, run your ass off (yeah)Oh no, got your pants caught on the fence postGetting chased, by them Jackboys, think it’s ’bout to fuzzLike a lint roller they wait ’til it’s late, they will tiptoeThrough your living room windowTake your Nintendo and then skateMaking you feel like you got bent over and rapedLittle boy, you’re never gonna get no rope chainGet your shit stole, and your lip swole, I became bitterAs I got a little bit older, my hateWas making me get colder, began to get a chipped shoulderStarted to spit vulgar, my ZIP code had been skid rowBut I ate every single beat that I spit over, the shithole I escapedThen I began to explode, detonate, now the Eastside went schizoThought my name was B-side ’cause they flipped over my tapeAnd I won’t hesitateTo get ’em all bent so outta shapeOh shit bro, hold up, waitI just tripped over my cape (Superman)And I’m not gonna let ’em treat the paper like I’m chopping a letterDre’ll tell you I shredSo when you refer to the guy next to the Doc, you meant shredderNow the cops wanna set up roadblocks on my head, IGot several bounties from feds in every countyI’m with a gal at a Checkers wilingBumping “Fuck Da Police” while I fed her Rally’sThis shit is like Romper RoomWhy do I feel responsible for these kids?All of whom I’m a father toI’m a God to you, y’all better worship the water I walk onOr y’all gonna meet your WaterlooI get to flippin’ the mic as a murder weaponI’m poppin’ an extra clip, then cock and shoot, then I’m poppingDo not let me catch you slippin’I will pop up and I’ll take a spot from youI’ll get to doing what a leaky faucet doBut I ain’t talkin’ drip when I say that I’ll get the drop on youSingin’ fuck all of you in AutotuneI am too volatile and too grizzly to bearYeah, shit is gettin’ to where I can barely even sit in a chairI bust my ass for this shit and I swearIt ain’t even worth dissing someone so offbeatThat they can’t even figure out where their wordsShould hit the kick and the snare
Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon’ learnAll them pretty bitches leave yo’ ass in the urnYou ain’t sold your last rock, you just better earnBut I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon’ learnPray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon’ learnAll them pretty bitches leave yo’ ass in the urnYou ain’t sold your last rock, you just better earnBut I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon’ learn