Guess a few exceptions, yeah, I'm living honest Except I promised my momma that I would finish college, 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 burn so hot, it's like I'm bleeding lava Haters be pleading me to stop but I even bother Though my approach is seeming awkward, I see it proper See and I just see the fact that I don't need a father Doms hotter than the drop of Harry shit Pedal to the metal, high-level, full throttle Still searching for a reason why ain't acknowledge this I'm lost in an era where real shit does not I the sway of things, I'm everyday cooling it I'm getting blazed and laughing at the way they overdoing I'm a old soul sticking to a newer script I I got to prove this shit, I'm truly too legit to quit
I'd like to a shout to the fathers that didn't raise us To every ho who hated, now to say much To critics doing with comments and nigga paid for an apartment Yesterday off songs I haven't yet made up Cressida, pay up Bars going hard as the where I place guts Shouts to the eses who paid pesos to play us, riding in the Huff and blowing kush in Huf clothing articles, Kenny rolling blunts, got us stuck like a To the bottom of shit, ironic cause 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, harvesting me and Domo and lit marijuana to split between two of us Rocking boxes easy as warming some ramen up So, searching for a way to it right Young, black, and jaded, hazy strolling through the night