[Verse 1: TUT]
Young black n***a, I'm tryna make sure my momma's great
Head full of problems, if you could solve em', we'll conversate
She won't give me head, not a problem because I like her face
Hanging by a thread, If I fall, it's like a [?]
Money in my pockets, somehow I manage to never say
I don't trust nobody, my papa taught me we never safe
Elevated off the purple, can I go to church high?
Angel in my room, sending praises to the most high
Devil in my face, I pray that god won't let him touch me
No not me demons, I'm reaching for the ceiling
To get far from that as possible, pussy is my obstacle
To make it through this course, shit is damn near impossible
Father help my father, then help me
He thinks I'm suppose to preach, but that's just something I don't see
I'm still busy learning, how the hell am I gon' teach?
I focus on this fable tryna make an award speech
I make n***as [?]

[Outro]
I don't know what you have heard, I said
I don't know what you have heard
But that was that house shit
That trill shit
My n***a Kevin just ripped that shit
You know he apart of The House like a window pane
I hear you tryna get lost up in here, I'm sorry
I said that shit mane, but we up in this in the game
We gone come back with another hit
Another hit after hit
We gone hold our head up, and we gone make it
Stand up, round of applause, motherfucker