my baby mama s ungrateful she says im fucking up while shes staying in my house not paying a buck working a dead end job minimum waging and such but going out on the weekends shaking her stuff while im out here in these streets for the sake of my son i dont wanna shoot no one but im taking my gun in the middle of transition coming from kilograms standing in the trap whipping to going to the currency exchange counter with bad bitches like how much cash for a dozen really that pimping so so called family and friends see me stack riches and all they think is how can it benefit them while theyre indifferent but im wise enough to know that this fast money dont stay so if i stop putting in work itll all go away but if i invest my resources and my time in a fully legitimate grind i can pass it all down to this kid of mine when i was a little boy i had big dreams big house big wedding big ring im so far from that so far from that so far from that so far my baby mama s ungrateful she say im fucking up what you want me to tuck my nuts and get sucker punched by these motherfucking punks who got me out here ducking slugs fucking subs fuck is up fuck your love you fucking slut damn i ain t really mean that but really for real though i ain t really that nigga to scream at i let you slap me in the past but im different now take heed of that id probably black out and put rings where your cheek is at bitch i didnt win the lotto bitch you use a semi auto i was turning hella white vitiligo now im wrapping up the beef from me eating its a taco they hope my road to success is bumpy they digging pot holes so i got a lot of things on me that are not clothes i dont wanna do it dont make me shoot it these jealous broke niggers is just a nuisance and these public school curriculums are just as useless put our children necks in nooses we shouldnt let em do it we need to test the system why they tryna test the students i might just chop up your checks and disperse your pensions they teach us how to go to work or to go to prison creative marketing by the prison industrial system and thats pimpin that s real all these famous rappers will teach you how to go to jail  i remember being afraid of the dark when i was a child and thinking to myself how blessed i was to have a mother who was there for me and wasnt afraid then thinking to myself who was there for my mother when she was afraid nowadays im not afraid anymore but i miss that feeling of having someone whos there with that look on their face that automatically guarantees safety where fear is but a figment of your imagination and the world s weights dont exist2