Guess with a few exceptions, yeah, I'm living Except I promised my momma that I would finish college, started profit Sorry ma, I ain't forget about it but if money I'm hoping that you could see through all the and watch me get these dollars And my burn so hot, it's like I'm bleeding lava Haters be pleading me to stop but I don't even my approach is seeming awkward, I could see it proper See success and I see the fact that I don't need a father Doms than the drop of Harry Potter shit Pedal to the metal, high-level, throttle shit searching for a reason why niggas ain't acknowledge this I'm lost in an era where real shit does not I the sway of things, I'm everyday cooling it I'm getting blazed and at the way they overdoing shit I'm a old soul sticking to a newer script I guess I got to prove this shit, I'm truly too legit to
I'd to send a shout to the fathers that didn't raise us To every ho who hated, now to say much To critics doing dirty with comments and nigga for an apartment Yesterday off some I haven't yet made up Cressida, pay up Bars hard as the ashtray where I place guts Shouts to the who paid pesos to play us, riding in the barrio Huff and puff blowing kush in Huf articles, Kenny blunts, got us stuck like a barnacle To the of your shit, ironic cause the audios As nautical as ships, look momma, look Look, your product is legit, I promise, Karma got me up my fist 'Til I demolish clique, pardon the clips I am honestly as as it gets, regardless of who talking I'm farming, hits Just me and Domo and lit marijuana to split two of us Rocking boxes easy as warming some noodles up So, searching for a way to state it Young, black, and jaded, vision hazy through the night