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