Guess a few exceptions, yeah, I'm living honest 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 so hot, it's like I'm bleeding lava Haters be pleading me to stop but I don't even Though my approach is seeming awkward, I could see it See success and I just see the that I don't need a father Doms hotter the drop of Harry Potter shit Pedal to the metal, high-level, full throttle searching for a reason why niggas ain't acknowledge this I'm lost in an era where shit does not exist I hate the of things, I'm everyday cooling it I'm getting blazed and at the way they overdoing 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 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 songs I haven't yet made up Cressida, pay up Bars going hard as the ashtray I place guts to the eses who paid pesos to play us, riding in the barrio Huff and puff blowing in Huf clothing articles, rolling blunts, got us stuck like a barnacle To the bottom of your shit, ironic the audios As as ships, look momma, look momma Look, your is legit, I promise, honest Karma got me up my fist 'Til I demolish your clique, 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 between two of us Rocking boxes easy as warming some ramen up So, searching for a way to state it Young, black, and jaded, vision hazy strolling the night