My baby mama’s ungrateful, she says I’m fucking up While she’s staying in my house, not paying a buck
Working a dead-end job, minimum waging and such
But going out on the weekends, shaking her stuff
While I’m out here in these streets for the sake of my son
I don’t wanna shoot no one but I’m taking my gun
In the middle of transition
Coming from kilograms, standing in the trap whipping
To going to the currency exchange counter with bad bitches
Like how much cash for a dozen? Really that pimping?
So, so called family and friends, see me stack riches
And all they think is how can it benefit them
While they’re indifferent
But I’m wise enough to know that this fast money don’t stay
So if I stop putting in work it’ll all go away
But if I invest my resources and my time
In a fully legitimate grind
I can pass it all down to this kid of mine
When I was a little boy I had big dreams
Big house, big wedding, big ring
I’m so far from that, so far from that
So far from that, so far
My baby mama’s ungrateful, she say I’m fucking up What you want me to tuck my nuts and get sucker punched?
By these motherfucking punks, who got me out here ducking slugs?
Fucking subs, fuck is up, fuck your love, you fucking slut
Damn, I ain’t really mean that
But really for real though, I ain’t really that nigga to scream at I let you slap me in the past, but I’m different now, take heed of that
I’d probably black out and put rings where your cheek is at Bitch I didn’t win the lotto
Bitch you use a semi-auto
I was turning hella white, Vitiligo
Now I’m wrapping up the beef from me eating, it’s a taco
They hope my road to success is bumpy, they digging pot holes
So I got a lot of things on me that are not clothes
I don’t wanna do it, don’t make me shoot it These jealous broke niggers is just a nuisance
And these public school curriculums are just as useless
Put our children necks in nooses, we shouldn’t let em do it
We need to test the system, why they tryna test the students
I might just chop up your checks and disperse your pensions
They teach us how to go to work or to go to prison
Creative marketing by the prison industrial system
And that’s pimpin, that’s real
All these famous rappers will teach you how to go to jail
I remember being afraid of the dark when I was a child
And thinking to myself how blessed I was to have a mother who was there for me,
and wasn’t afraid
Then thinking to myself, who was there for my mother when she was afraid?
Nowadays I’m not afraid anymore
But I miss that feeling of having someone who’s there
With that look on their face that automatically guarantees safety
Where fear is but a figment of your imagination
And the world’s weights don’t exist
