Lyrics
But that ain’t got nothing to do in how I get paid
I gotta hit the field and grind like a sick slave
I wore these same ripped jeans for like six days
Looked in the mirror this morning and seen six greys
I’m not a child no more, this ain’t the sixth grade
Yo last night was the first time that this kid prayed
I asked God to help me get out this big maze
They spit strays across the street where my kid plays
This ain’t a quick phase, that’s how this shit stays
Grimey as hell, you’ll be lucky to get grazed
Than have that big gauge blow off like six braids
How could you be so broke, especially at this age?
How could you fuck that bitch raw and then risk aids?
How could you not feel that pain deep in your rib cage?
Dawg you only got dro money, how you gon' get haze?
Every slick phrase sharp like a switchblade
Narcs with that quick raid, spark where that snitch stays
Prison? Nah, it’s dark in that brick cage
The water ain’t clear, there’s sharks in them thick waves
Going to court for trail, now that’s torture pal
How you pay a child support, when you support your child?
If this is the life, then put me in the coffin now
The smokes and drinks is probably why i’m coughing now
You love her to death, can’t think about abortion now
Your wife is a rider, you know you can’t divorce her now
And the provider, damn you done lost her now
She doing her thing, and now you’re getting bossed around
So you hit the block, time to start flossin' now
Show her that you ain’t that nigga to start crossing now
You get locked up, can’t get your back up off the ground
The prison system, I call it the black lost and found
You got the game twisted, you think a mixtape
Could prevent my daughter from having another lame christmas?
I’m in the same district with bitches that flame biscuits
You get your brain shifted, just to get your chain lifted
Homie, I sacrifice my life for this
My babymother don’t really know how i’m nice with this
She thinks i’m playing around, can’t pay the lights with this
That shit ain’t meat on the table, can’t eat no rice with this
Damn, I spit pain 'til it reach the center, of your stomach
I’m lethal, I hope the streets remember
Can’t wait to reach December
Cause while ya niggas arguing who own the summer
My niggas is try to keep the winter