Guess with a few exceptions, yeah, I'm honest Except I promised my momma that I would finish college, started profit Sorry ma, I ain't about it but if money evil I'm hoping that you see through all the drama 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 that 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 why niggas ain't acknowledge this I'm lost in an era where real shit not exist I hate the sway of things, I'm 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 shit, I'm truly too legit to quit
I'd like to send a shout to the that didn't raise us To every ho who hated, now to say much To critics doing dirty with comments and paid for an apartment Yesterday off some I haven't yet made up Cressida, pay up Bars going hard as the ashtray where I guts Shouts to the eses who paid pesos to play us, in the barrio Huff and puff blowing in Huf clothing articles, Kenny rolling blunts, got us stuck a barnacle To the bottom of your shit, ironic the audios As as ships, look momma, look momma Look, product is legit, I promise, honest Karma got me balling up my I demolish your clique, pardon the clips I am as bomb as it gets, regardless of who talking I'm farming, hits Just me and Domo and lit marijuana to between two of us Rocking boxes as warming some ramen noodles up So, for a way to state it right Young, black, and jaded, vision strolling through the night