Break Even CunninLynguists (Ft. Tripp Doogan)

[Verse 1: Natti]
Arrives alive, feet first, momma's little burden
Who grows to lust lavish living like daddy's little version
But the cops pop Pops on his grind from poor to riches
So a shackled man stands to name his first son Richard

[Tripp Doogan]
Young, [not] realizing why, but he despises his daddy's lies
His sister, Karma, look just like his momma with daddy's eyes
He sit in apartment looking out the window with daddy's ride
His childhood passing by; he's growing too fast to cry

[Natti]
Too old to be told stories of knights in shining armor
That big sis, Destiny, recited nightly to him and Karma
Opposite bedtime, heard street tales of Papa's fed time
Rolling stone with skull and bones tatted across his neckline

[Tripp Doogan]
He learned to throw rags and load mags before he could read
His momma spending her rent on Boy when there ain't nothing to eat
Tracking her arm up and turning cheap tricks for bumps
And he been checking the same empty refrigerator for months

[Hook]
Fast forward in time
(We are) searching for reason
(But we know) ain't no way to rewind
So we spend that time just trying to break even