Momma said be in the crib you better be the street lights

My father told me stay and grind so you can get your mind right

Demarcus I really need you to know that life ain’t a dream real

Niggas dying every day, Moving weight for the team

Fucking up communities when we be selling to fiends

I know it’s sad but if I don’t how the family eat

Dad you know I only care bout writing rhymes

Little Demarcus be flowing so he can fight the time

Flowing specifically acidic nigga lemon limes

Dad please move your weight carеfully

So you don’t do no time cause that’ll be a scarcity

No fathеr in the home how you gone care for me

Being the man of the house that’s mental fear for me

See that’s that situation when you know your life getting real

My father looked at me to be honest that shit game me chills

Then he started moving weight I know he did it for thrills

And now I’m writing these rhymes so I can pay a few bills

The Brooklyn night lights my demons tryna blindsight

They knocking on the door I can’t wake up I’m taking too flight

Uhh insomnia is killing me I know I got a few flaws

Niggas will rain on my parade cause life they living is poor

And everyday they waking up they know that shit is a chore

Walking through the pain it really breaks their heart to the core

Momma said be in the crib you better be the street lights

My father told me stay and grind so you can get your mind right

Real Niggas dying everyday they never see the sunlight that’s why I’m praying for you son So you can live the good life

Momma said be in the crib you better be the street lights

My father told me stay and grind so you can get your mind right

Real Niggas dying everyday they never see the sunlight

That’s why I’m praying for you son so you can live the good life