[Chorus: Ritchie with a T] Don't you know? I had my arms open Soak it all in Postpostpartum Let's go hard Yeah, we all in Don't you know? I had my arms open, yeah Soak it all in I was postpartum But please, don't guard him Pardon me for yawnin' Nigga, we all in I was just talkin' jargon We was posted on the wall While our seed was wylin' Word, word Nigga, we all in, please know
[Verse 1: Ritchie with a T] (Check it, yeah) I was hurtin' from birthin' niggas Shit, got into my mental, yeah All these little lowercase t's On instrumentals Oh, please, just go be gentle, yeah Drawing from my stencils, uh Seein' all the itty-bitty knees, all about to tremble But see, why am I salty, yeah? Shit, I should be honored, yeah But now they runnin' laps around me See, that's the problem you see I'm just doin' my thing But then they profiting like bees to a pollen Now see, you see my problem
[Refrain: Stepa J. Groggs & Sample] And you look around and they look just like, like you (To you it's knee deep) (To him, it's chin high) (Fear is intertwined) (But the cards that were dealt? Well, never mind) (You gon need way more than some boots for all this) You birthin' niggas (Way more than a tool for all to fix so) Nigga, you birthin' niggas (So follow suit and them sins they gon follow you) (You cast a way darker shade than your peers) (And that's gon follow you) (Further from the sun, so, from father to the son) (Part of it is done, but it's hardly just begun)
[Verse 2: Ritchie with a T] I'd rather burn at the stake than boil in a pot But you gotta pull em from the roots when you pull the plug, uncle Lelo taught It's been a blessing just to see you grow But soon as you seen red I should've seen red Shit, you already know, tried every angle Turned over every, turned every stone, shit, but one more to go But please, it just turned to my season All falls down to your feet Nigga Geronimo I had my arms to the sea but now they gotta close
[Refrain 2] And you look around and they look just like, like you (Soak it all in, you gotta go) (You birthin' niggas) Soak it all in, you gotta go (Nigga, you birthin' niggas) I ain't trying to be God or Dr. Frank Oh nah, no noTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
