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