I really thought about not rappin'
I mean, it crossed my mind a couple times
But, fuck, it's easy money, that's not happenin'
Who am I kiddin'?
Walkin' 'round like I'm not top 10 in this
And that's bein' modest
I'm just bein' honest
Ice cream for my daughters
The stats say black men are absent fathers
Not this one
Shit, all these weekends I had to warm the bench on
Money spent on, CashApp transact's sent from Q.M
I would beg to differ
Peace don't exist no more, it's only war
Enough don't exist no more, it's always more
This generation is way past laws
Rich n***as make middle class feel poor
Can't my car be cheaper than yours?
Can I have a used whip and still pull whores?
Hit the strip club, throw what I can afford
Turn up with my motha fuckin' dawgs
Look, you ain't no better 'cause you only fuck with rappers
You only fuckin' with actors
You still gettin' fuck backwards
Unless you fuck with dude on his own merit
Or not the way he dribble a ball or draw lyrics
Jigga said it better than me
That's a reference, not a bite
Your opinion is so irrelevent to my life
[?] what it is
[?] for the kids
Sun Chips at the crib
Stairway to heaven, you feel me?
You dig?
*laughter*