Fetus Aminé (Ft. Injury Reserve)

[Intro: Aminé]
Yeah
Woo
Yeah-yeah
Uh-uh, uh-uh

[Verse 1: Aminé]
Working dead-end jobs 'til my girl off
Me and my baby broke so we don't know what condoms are
The chains my mama gave me clinkin' like they Dorothy, dog
I hope my seed don't inherit my dad's cholesterol
I'm protective 'cause this world has got a evil will
They givin' guns with every muthafuckin' Happy Meal
A shooter every month and they pretend it's daffodils
My son'll probably see that fire before a fire drill
We fell in love and lit a flame before the tinder came
Back when T.I., "Bring Em Out" and 50 fuck with Game
We was a unit, somethin' special, life was super bliss
You shook your iced coffees like they was Shakira's hips
Ya dig

[Chorus: Aminé]
I-I-I want it, but she-she-she callin'
She want to get on it, I tell her I'm on one
Said, "We could have a baby, baby girl"
But what kinda nigga am I if I bring 'em in this world?
I-I-I want it, but she-she-she callin'
She want to get on it, I tell her I'm on one
Said, "We could have a baby, baby girl"
But what kinda nigga am I if I bring 'em in this world?