Guess with a few exceptions, yeah, I'm honest Except I my momma 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 and watch me get these dollars And my ambition burn so hot, it's I'm bleeding 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 that I need a father Doms hotter than the drop of Potter shit Pedal to the metal, high-level, full shit searching for a reason why niggas ain't acknowledge this I'm lost in an era where real does not exist I the sway of things, I'm everyday cooling it I'm blazed and laughing at the way they overdoing shit I'm a old soul sticking to a newer script I guess I got to prove shit, I'm truly too legit to quit
I'd like to send a shout to the fathers that raise us To every ho who hated, now to say much To critics dirty with comments and nigga paid for an apartment Yesterday off some songs I haven't yet up Cressida, pay up Bars going hard as the ashtray where I place Shouts to the who paid pesos to play us, riding in the barrio and puff blowing kush in Huf clothing articles, Kenny rolling blunts, got us stuck like a To the bottom of your shit, cause the audios As nautical as ships, look momma, momma Look, your is legit, I promise, honest Karma got me balling up my '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 and lit marijuana to split between two of us Rocking easy as warming some ramen noodles up So, searching for a way to it right Young, black, and jaded, vision hazy strolling the night