[Verse 1] I used to sip beer in my daddy lap While uncles was shooting craps Big brother was shooting gats Chopping crack in the trap Just to feed his babies some snacks Crazy to see how far you move forward When looking back
To when boys had caught you gangless Asking you who you bang with You can tell em you neutral But they may take it as snaking You either ride with disciples Hoover, Shorty, and David Money power the Rangers Just one step on the block And you walking acres of danger Hands cramped full of anguish Martial arts of the banger Just watch as I draw this pistol A painful picture to paint ya Saintful sinner who Aunt Je- Mima, mindless, them pancakes Flipping with extra lean nigga
(Syrup)
No nutritional facts to read Litter the literature bitch It's bitter and sugar free Before you catch me slipping And blast my brain, let me eat Betty Glocker the block Cooking food for thought for the streets
Bro said that they wanted tacos So give ‘em shells for the beef You can sniff out a pussy You wet him and hear the queef
I did 4 years in a college Sis did 5 in the P So you treading a thin line between Bachelors and first degree
[Chorus] That's why the whole hood fucking with me That's why the college kids fucking with me I graduated up out the hood But you graduated and now
[Verse 2] They want me to work till 90 And sell my soul to retirement Try it, it ain't no buying A product of the environment
Get him out of the ghetto But ghetto will stay inside of him Send his ass to the east Then down to Aussie and Bali And bring him back to the States And pray that nigga comply Fuck that, my senior year I moved some weight on the side I used the re-up money for a suit and tie A 9-5, Glock to Jeffersons My piece of the pie
To see that life ain't much sweeter On the opposite side Getting paid for punching in numbers Searching for purpose in life Pulling 750 a week That's 50k for the year Get my black ass a couple of shows Just to get the fuck out of here
Sick and tired of spending Mama’s retirement money I swear it's that goddam boy I'm so proud of you money Even though It's running out I'm so tired of this mommy I’m bout to rise to the top So I can provide for you mommy
Looking back at the day She screamed when I graduated Just look at her baby boy As he paces across the stage Well the next time you scream mama I'm hoping it’s cause I stayed So I can bring you out and say Look here mama we made it made it The ghetto kool-aid
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