Guess with a few exceptions, yeah, I'm living Except I promised my momma I would finish college, started chasing profit Sorry ma, I forget 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, like I'm bleeding lava Haters be pleading me to stop but I even bother Though my approach is seeming awkward, I could see it See success and I just see the fact that I don't a father Doms hotter than the drop of Harry shit Pedal to the metal, high-level, full throttle Still searching for a reason why niggas acknowledge this I'm in an era where real shit 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 sticking to a newer script I guess I got to prove 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 unable to say To critics doing dirty with and nigga paid for an apartment Yesterday off some songs I haven't yet up Cressida, pay up Bars hard as the ashtray where I place guts Shouts to the eses who paid pesos to play us, in the barrio Huff and blowing kush in Huf clothing articles, Kenny rolling blunts, got us stuck a barnacle To the bottom of shit, ironic cause the audios As nautical as ships, momma, look momma Look, product is legit, I promise, honest Karma got me up my fist 'Til I demolish your clique, pardon the I am honestly as as it gets, regardless of who talking I'm farming, harvesting Just me and Domo and lit marijuana to between two of us boxes easy as warming some ramen noodles up So, searching for a way to it right Young, black, and jaded, vision hazy strolling the night