Guess with a few exceptions, yeah, I'm honest Except I promised my that I would finish college, started chasing profit Sorry ma, I ain't about it but if money evil I'm hoping that you could see through all the drama and me get these dollars And my ambition burn so hot, it's I'm bleeding lava Haters be pleading me to stop but I even bother my approach is seeming awkward, I could see it proper See success and I just see the that I don't need a father hotter than the drop of Harry Potter shit Pedal to the metal, high-level, full throttle Still searching for a reason why niggas ain't this I'm lost in an era where real does not exist I hate the of things, I'm everyday cooling it I'm blazed and laughing at the way they overdoing shit I'm just a old soul sticking to a script I guess I got to prove this shit, I'm too legit to quit
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 dirty with comments and nigga paid for an apartment Yesterday off songs I haven't yet made up Cressida, pay up Bars going as the ashtray where I place guts Shouts to the eses who paid pesos to us, riding in the barrio Huff and puff blowing kush in Huf articles, Kenny rolling blunts, got us like a barnacle To the bottom of your shit, ironic the audios As as ships, look momma, look momma Look, your is legit, I promise, honest Karma got me balling up my I demolish your clique, pardon the clips I am honestly as bomb as it gets, regardless of who I'm farming, hits Just me and and lit marijuana to split between two of us Rocking boxes as warming some ramen noodles up So, searching for a way to it right Young, black, and jaded, vision hazy through the night