No more

Turmoil and bad business

Learned more, away from home

Between cities

I was stuck, in the tuck like between titties

Unforgiving times, real ties keep me knotted down

I hope hear me when I’m not around

You got a goal? You need to jot it down

Then not sound, you need to manifest a plot to make your mama proud (go make your mama proud)

Yea

I give a fuck about your newer necklace

I’m on the cook up like you do at breakfast

I gotta satisfy my many questions

I gotta make sure I touch everyone that’s on this checklist

I went to middle school with white folks and privileged kids

I hear em talking, his house bigger than his

Then I moved, Hopkins ain’t no Beverly Hills

I hear em taking, his rap iller than his

I didn’t notice the difference in voices at the time

A lot more boys, with skin tones closer to mine

I never said nigga so much in my life

Was like a swear word in my house at grade 9

You gon come into yourself, that shit just take time

I’m where you heard it, cause they be shaking that grape vine

More of patience on you when you know it’s coming

Hate to break it to you niggas, fuck a moral compass

Can’t afford to give a fuck about if they gon' love me

I CANT AFFORD TO GIVE A FUCK ABOUT IF THEY GON LOVE ME

I been giving y’all the work and I been praying hard

While yall been playing God

Unaware of consequences surrounding your bars

I’m astounding and large

You gon have to see me 'round, boy I’m bound by the cards

I used to sleep in Shanaya car in her parents yard

I’m hearing advice; wishing you’d give me less

I took a Chris, and made a “Bentely Press”

"Ima count to 3, if you ain't out these woods in the count of 3, you live here.... 1!"

Get up off your ass and make a difference in the world

Cause it’s more to life than hanging out and fucking on some girls

I’m find out where you live, and get to pulling on your ear

Cause I’m not fully convinced that you niggas can even hear

Get up off ya ass and make a difference in your school

If I gotta keep it real, half you niggas wasn’t that cool

You gon grow up and discover, that you never did a thing

Cause you did what you was told, when you really had a dream

Raised up in the 90’s where the cartoons was the greatest

And $5.25 was the minimum for your wages

I done lived a couple years, I done been through the wringer

I admit that I’m tryna put a ring on a finger

I done slept in my car

I done moved from my home

I done sat in the back of police mustangs

I done cried

I done smiled

Thinking things must change

Thinking how in the fuck am I gonna get paid?

Gonna get made? Gonna get played?

Soundcloud had like 36 plays

Johnny up the block got 36 J’s and the bitches fucking with him

He got really thick waves

I can’t compete with that

Got a couple years older and I peeped the facts

I learned the rap and the beats to match

And lil John got a job at the pizza shack

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