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 forget it but if money evil I'm hoping that you could see all the drama and watch me get these dollars And my ambition burn so hot, it's like I'm bleeding Haters be pleading me to stop but I don't even my approach is seeming awkward, I could see it proper See and I just see the fact 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 reason why niggas ain't this I'm lost in an era where real does not exist I hate the sway of things, I'm everyday 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 this shit, I'm too legit to quit
I'd like to a shout to the fathers that didn't raise us To ho who hated, now unable to say much To critics doing dirty comments and nigga paid for an apartment Yesterday off some songs I haven't yet up Cressida, pay up Bars going as the ashtray where I place guts Shouts to the eses who paid to play us, riding in the barrio Huff and puff kush in Huf clothing articles, rolling blunts, got us stuck like a barnacle To the bottom of your shit, cause the audios As nautical as ships, look momma, look Look, your is legit, I promise, honest Karma got me balling up my 'Til I demolish clique, pardon the clips I am honestly as bomb as it gets, regardless of who I'm farming, harvesting Just me and Domo and lit marijuana to split 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