These Eyes GRIP

[Intro: Tim Moore]
When you close your–

[Verse 1: GRIP]
Cuzzo, he a dealer, Uncle was a user
Other uncle was a shooter
My pops was a loser
God bless my mami heart
Money tore the fam apart
Me and sis ain't even speakin'
My bitch say I reek from drinkin'
Was just about to crack a beer
Fuck it, I ain't happy here
My momma tell me, "Get a job"
Motherfuck a rap career
Rent due, I'm broke as hell
Wish I had some dope to sell
Break down the wholesale
Momma livin' at the hotel
I was droppin' shit to no avail, oh well
Guess they wasn't fuckin' with the kid
I just had to give 'em me
I could give a fuck 'bout what another nigga did
Cause he ain't walk in these shoes
And I ain't walk in dude's neither
I got issues dawg, my top is screwed
Somethin' like a two litre