Good Kid Merkules & C-Lance

[Intro]
C'mon man, stop playin'
Look

[Chorus]
My mama tried to raise a good kid (Sorry)
But look at what the hood did
Grew up with the bad guys, now I'm doin' good shit
Plaques on plaques, there's no way I ever could miss
Look
My mama tried to raise a—
Look

[Verse 1]
I know she really tried her best at it (Yeah)
Got a glimpse of the streets and that was when I got obsessed with it (Facts)
Look inside my mind and you can see the stress I wrestle with (Ahh)
My big homies did a couple favours like don't mention it (Don't worry)
Got my first etch-a-sketch and
All I drew was dollar signs (Cha-ching)
Got my first Rolex and I felt like I was Father Time (Bah)
On the grind, didn't givе a fuck and never swallowed pridе
Make money, take money
I might leave your pockets dry (Gimmie that)
This shit is crazy when I'm lookin' back
Left that shit alone now I push tracks like I'm cookin' crack (Ahh)
My money green and my gold is white and my hoodie's black (That's right)
And like a baby in a car seat, we fully strapped (Click, click, bow, bow, bow)
I was a good kid, I guess I just had bad habits
3XL G-Unit jersey on with my pants saggin' (Fuck em)
Back when I used to put chips inside of my ham sandwich
Now there's nine bedrooms in a mansion but they can't stand it