Guess a few exceptions, yeah, I'm living honest Except I my momma that I would finish college, started chasing profit Sorry ma, I ain't forget about it but if money I'm that you could see through all the drama and watch me get these dollars And my ambition burn so hot, it's I'm bleeding lava Haters be pleading me to stop but I don't 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 of Harry Potter 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 shit does not exist I hate the sway of things, I'm cooling it I'm getting blazed and laughing at the way they 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 fathers 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 some I haven't yet made up Cressida, pay up Bars hard as the ashtray where I place guts Shouts to the eses who paid pesos to us, riding in the barrio Huff and puff kush in Huf clothing articles, Kenny rolling blunts, got us like a barnacle To the bottom of your shit, cause the audios As nautical as ships, look momma, momma Look, your product is legit, I promise, got me balling up my fist 'Til I your clique, pardon the clips I am honestly as bomb as it gets, regardless of who I'm farming, hits Just me and Domo and lit marijuana to split two of us boxes easy as warming some ramen noodles up So, for a way to state it right Young, black, and jaded, vision hazy through the night