[Verse 1]

Pops pawned my gaming system, my big homies outside

So I’m hanging with them

Young nigga hit the streets, everything was different

Learned more than school was teaching when I paid attention

Neighbors trippin, tweakin off what got big Kevin shot

7 shots, is he dead or not? Check his eyes

In front my door, they barely cleaned the blood up from the carpet Detective circled bullet holes with the numbers marked in

Mawb would swoop me, hit the ave, get Thuggish

Link up with Masiah, sell CDs, get bucks then vagina

Yea that’s the function, we pull up wherever the money at

Grab it, tuck it

Always adjacent to rap and drug shit

In addition to packing guns with footage

But I never asked for none of it, stacks is coming

I guess I need therapeutic coping mechanisms

Share the truth, the bros connecting with it

12 years old, pessimistic

Had a gift and put a message with it

Grew up in the struggle, still struggling

Every real nigga still hustling

Always had a plan to build something

Kam came, I ain’t built nothing

Pain still coming, off a pill, crush it

Fuck it, buy a zip, sell it, imma flip

Gotta reel bucks in, scale & sandwich bags

I need hands of cash, 'fore I kill something (Summer madness)

Before fatherhood, I ain’t feel nothing

Mind off track, nigga still running

He told me "This is the trap, nigga this is just that

Look what they did to the blacks, they gave us the packs

They hid all the facts"

I woke up with a chopper, I’m so stuck in survival

Infant with a mind full, paws on the Bible, pray for my rivals

[Verse 2]

Pops pawned my gaming system

Against my will, nigga still probably ashamed to mention

He ain’t never hit the lotto but he gave his children

A place to stay. He made mistakes, I had to pay attention

Made a difference

Guns, drugs, all my niggas plus a gang of bitches

All through yo crib, thats my way of living, you just prayed I'd get it

Bonded me out of jail for little petty shit

But the money was ready quick

Never confessed to you I was on sedatives, but i knew you would let me live

You’d just spread the shit, my family thinks I’m the messed up kid

The music is barely respected, they never could get with it

They be on better shit

But I gotta couple of cubs and a plug

So who else I need a connection with?

After this drop, imma end up with 70 messages but let me vent

Pops it was evident, you never got to be a CEO or a president

But you made a product that’s too good to put on a shelf when presented, it’s definite

So thank you for all that you taught me, all that you bought me

All my words, I hope you felt them

I guess I got you back over the years for pawning my shit, nigga

You’re welcome

[Outro]

I get it

Niggas is dads, living in wrath

Cerebellum tell us get to the cash, when you get it, get your kids to the bag (Summer madness)

I might get the power and give the shit back

So if I die, on my momma, I did it for Kam and I did it for Zak