Options Lyrics

Options - Bizzle

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Intro: Bizzle]

It's Bizzle!

At some point in your life

You gon' be put into position

To either do

What you know is right or do what’s best for you

And most of the time our selfish nature makes us do

What’s best for us

No matter how bad it may be for the next person

[Verse 1: Bizzle]

Uh

Ebony’s only nineteen

Grew up without a father, he left back in '93

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 men tryna fill the void

In the next room, Ebony could hear the noise

What her moms did with those men, she did with boys

And the men used to treat her moms hella bad

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

And one late night, while 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 'cause that’s what he told her

Every time he did it to her, now she’s a 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

[Hook: Bizzle]

What’s it gon' be?

What’s it gon' be?

What’s it gon' be?

What’s it gon' be?

[Interlude 1: Bizzle]

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...

[Verse 2: Bizzle]

Little Bink only fourteen

Pops was a dope dealer, mom was a dope fiend

Saw pop's murders and mom’s OD

So he moved with his G moms back in '03

Project’s dead, middle of the Nickerson's

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 fishermen

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 it

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 you

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 that 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, 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

[Hook: Bizzle]

[Hook: Bizzle]

What’s it gon' be?

What’s it gon' be?

What’s it gon' be?

What’s it gon' be?

[Interlude 2: Bizzle]

I remember having a conversation with the homie

Talking about the younger cats, like they lives was expendable or something

Like, yeah, we’ll send the little niggas over there

Have them do dirt

Like they freedom wasn’t worth nothing

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

Come on

[Outro]

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

Yeah!