[Verse 1: Tsu Surf]
What if I told you grandma raised me, she was blind and all
I was trappin', little rappin', schools, 9 and all
Been to hell and back, couple ditches, all kinda falls
Fiendin' for them pills, I tried to triple that in Tylenols
Who's to question 'bout my hustle and the way I'm eatin'?
Got a family, no job, I wake up late for meetings
Early morning, all Momma dishes got the razor treatment
Gotta feed the team, God, I can't afford to pay the deacons
Man, I believe in a lot of things
But I really heard them choppers scream
Daddy a man, he ain't a vest, I went and copped the thing
Sinnin' since a gremlin, did some shit to make the doctor scream
Speakin' of my daddy, that’s another story
I'd really like to call that my mother’s story
I was rippin' and Crippin', chillin' it wasn’t for me
And I’d be lyin' if I say he ain’t do nothin' for me
Apologize if I’m talkin' 'bout me
But my fans say they wanna hear me talk about street
I could finish it by eight, I’d hit that block by nine
Perfect cubicles of work, we leave that office by three
Shit, shit, I got a whole beat to go
Long story short, we tryin' to see the dough
Ain’t mentioned my daughter yet, you should meet her, Joe
Just ‘cause you get a shot don’t mean you make this
Shit, it’s free to throw
Kinda smart, won’t say I wouldn’t have been nothin'
But it’s somethin' about the streets that make a nigga keep jumpin'
When they call, just ‘cause I leave won’t mean I make it back
My daughter three, I mean she’s smart, but try explainin' that
What if I told you grandma raised me, she was blind and all
I was trappin', little rappin', schools, 9 and all
Been to hell and back, couple ditches, all kinda falls
Fiendin' for them pills, I tried to triple that in Tylenols
Who's to question 'bout my hustle and the way I'm eatin'?
Got a family, no job, I wake up late for meetings
Early morning, all Momma dishes got the razor treatment
Gotta feed the team, God, I can't afford to pay the deacons
Man, I believe in a lot of things
But I really heard them choppers scream
Daddy a man, he ain't a vest, I went and copped the thing
Sinnin' since a gremlin, did some shit to make the doctor scream
Speakin' of my daddy, that’s another story
I'd really like to call that my mother’s story
I was rippin' and Crippin', chillin' it wasn’t for me
And I’d be lyin' if I say he ain’t do nothin' for me
Apologize if I’m talkin' 'bout me
But my fans say they wanna hear me talk about street
I could finish it by eight, I’d hit that block by nine
Perfect cubicles of work, we leave that office by three
Shit, shit, I got a whole beat to go
Long story short, we tryin' to see the dough
Ain’t mentioned my daughter yet, you should meet her, Joe
Just ‘cause you get a shot don’t mean you make this
Shit, it’s free to throw
Kinda smart, won’t say I wouldn’t have been nothin'
But it’s somethin' about the streets that make a nigga keep jumpin'
When they call, just ‘cause I leave won’t mean I make it back
My daughter three, I mean she’s smart, but try explainin' that
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