[Verse 1]
My baby mama's ungrateful, she says Iâ??m $#&@ing up
While sheâ??s staying in my house, not paying a buck

Working a dead-end job, minimum waging and such
But going out on the weekends, shaking her stuff
While Iâ??m out here in these streets for the sake of my son

I donâ??t wanna shoot no one but Iâ??m taking my gun
In the middle of transition
Coming from kilograms standing in the trap whipping

Then going to the currency exchange counter with bad (*##$es
Like how much cash for a dozen? Really that pimping?
So, so called family and friends, see me stack riches

And all they think is how can it benefit them
Well, theyâ??re indifferent
But Iâ??m wise enough to know this fast money donâ??t stay

So if I stop putting in work itâ??ll all go away
But if I invest my resources and my time
In a fully legitimate grind

I can pass all down to this kid of mine

[Hook x2]

When I was a little boy I had big dreams
Big house, big wedding, big ring
Iâ??m so far from that, so far from that

So far from that, so far...

[Verse 2]

My baby mama's ungrateful, she say Iâ??m $#&@ing up
What you want me to tuck my nuts and get sucker punched?
By these mother$#&@ing punks, who got me out here ducking slugs?

$#&@ing subs, $#&@ is up, $#&@ your love you $#&@ing !@#%
Damn, I ain't really mean that
But really for real though I ain't really that ^!$$% to scream at

I let you slap me in the past, but Iâ??m different now, take heat of that
Iâ??ll probably black out and put rings where your cheek is at


[Hook]

[Verse 3]

(*##$ I didnâ??t win the lotto, (*##$ you use a semi-auto
I was turning hella white, vitiligo
Now Iâ??m wrapping up the beef from me eating, itâ??s a taco

They hope my road to success is bumpy, they digging pot holes
So I got a lot of things on me that are not clothes
I donâ??t wanna do it, donâ??t make me shoot it

These jealous broke !@$@s is just a nuisance
And these public school curriculums are just as useless
Put our children necks in nooses, we shouldnâ??t let em do it

We need to test the system, why they tryna test the students
I might just chop up your checks and disperse your pensions
They teach us how to go to work or to go to prison

Creative marketing by the prison industrial system
And thatâ??s pimp and that real
All these famous rappers will teach you how to go to jail


[Hook]


[Outro]
I remember being afraid of the dark when I was a child
And thinking to myself how blessed I was to have mother

Who was there for me and wasnâ??t afraid
Then thinking to myself who was there for my mother when she was afraid?
Now a days Iâ??m not afraid anymore

But I miss that feeling of having someone whoâ??s there
With that look on their face that automatically guarantees safety
Where fear is but a figment of your imagination

When the world waste donâ??t exist