B.I.B. Tech N9ne (Ft. Krizz Kaliko)

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
How much of the trauma did mama get? Ayy
Way up to the highest level that drama gets, ayy
Through the pain of my mother, heartache was on a display
I don't want a sick day to my mama's dismay, ayy
Thinking of all of it, I never wanted a part of it
Remember I wanted to let go, when smoking, I managed to get low
It coulda been worse, like when I was talking to homies on a cellular phone up on death row
When I never had to serve a stretch so, I can still say "But I'm blessed, though"
But why did I have to hear mama getting beat
In third grade, so I couldn't really give him missing teeth?
But I knew from grandma that what you sow you're gonna freakin' reap
So he robbed a bank and got about 30 years in the pen' for the mission, peace
Blessed to get away, but stressed to this day
When checks hit a nay, no money, depressed and it's grey
But the family didn't stutter to pull her and the kid inside their homes
Sometimes it was butter and sugar sandwiches
Graduated to healthy niggas
Tryna protect this investment, moving like stealthy figures
All that poverty and pain it really helped me give a damn
It dealt me this killer jam, now wealthy I'm living grand, still, I felt these shivers
And the cold nights living through all the stresses
I'm feeling like I had a lifelong baby bib to protect me from messes
Around my neck so I'm safe as far as threats go
From the last row to the best flow, I can now say, "But I'm blessed, though"