Guess with a few exceptions, yeah, I'm living Except I promised my that I would finish college, started chasing profit ma, I ain't forget about it but if money evil I'm hoping that you could see through all the drama and 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 awkward, I could see it proper See success and I just see the fact that I need a father Doms hotter the drop of Harry 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 shit does not exist I the sway of things, I'm everyday 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 this shit, I'm truly too legit to quit
I'd like to send a shout to the fathers that raise us To every ho who hated, now to say much To critics doing dirty with comments and nigga paid for an Yesterday off some songs I yet made up Cressida, pay up Bars going hard as the ashtray I place guts Shouts to the eses who pesos to play us, riding in the barrio Huff and blowing kush in Huf clothing articles, Kenny rolling blunts, got us stuck a barnacle To the bottom of your shit, cause the audios As as ships, look momma, look momma Look, product is legit, I promise, honest Karma got me up my fist 'Til I demolish clique, pardon the clips I am honestly as bomb as it gets, of who talking I'm farming, harvesting Just me and Domo and lit marijuana to split 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