Guess with a few exceptions, yeah, I'm living Except I promised my momma that I would college, started chasing profit Sorry ma, I ain't forget it but if money evil I'm hoping that you could see through all the 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 even bother Though my approach is awkward, I could see it proper See success and I just see the fact I don't need a father Doms hotter than the drop of Harry Potter Pedal to the metal, high-level, full throttle Still searching for a why niggas ain't acknowledge this I'm lost in an era where real does not exist I hate the of things, I'm everyday cooling it I'm getting blazed and laughing at the way overdoing 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 dirty with comments and nigga for an apartment Yesterday off songs I haven't yet made up Cressida, pay up Bars hard as the ashtray where I place guts to the eses who paid pesos to play us, riding in the barrio Huff and puff blowing kush in Huf articles, Kenny rolling blunts, got us stuck like a To the bottom of your shit, ironic the audios As nautical as ships, look momma, momma Look, your is legit, I promise, honest Karma got me up my fist 'Til I demolish clique, pardon the clips I am as bomb as it gets, regardless of who talking I'm farming, hits Just me and Domo and lit to split between 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 strolling the night