Fo’ years old Goin fuh broke nigga. Dippin’ thru traffic In my cot damned pajamas. The way da way da legend tell’it, Bitch, I was ready to go An’ ain’t give a single muthafuck Bout da fuck My momma was on. I grabbed my teddy bear and pillow, Peeked out da window, And walked da fuck past a whole party Fulla GROWN muthafuckas…. Too young to even comprehend The limbo I was in Nappin’ in a sleepin’ bag On the floor of a corner Citgo. Watching my beautiful momma Get harassed by intoxicated toxic men, Wondering which one I’ll wake up To see walk out the kitchen door again. Sneaker soles draggin’ & squeakin’ Across The linoleum floor While I’m down da hall Peekin’ as my momma snored Thru a small crack in my bedroom door. Wondrin’ why don’t none these muthafuckas Wanna stay wit my mom….

Bad ass kids playin’ in traffic, Under the watchful surveillance of OG’s, In a time When sex couldn’t have been Further from my mind. As a youth, Quis wouldn’t plead For anything short Of a cool breeze, Across my young brow, Summertime! Niggas STAYED off da porch, Melanin REALLY poppin’ now. In da driveway @ Jonnie Crib Fightin’ wit Q… Over who get to be Jordan When we lowered the hoop. (BONE!) …in some muhfuckin’ ProWings fool. (HIGH) How I got here. Born & raised In da same cage that Mz. Angelou’s Bird sang. I came up broke in da hood mayne, Where Single Mother Blues Was my every night Lullaby tune. Fool’s gold (goal) On tha TV lookin at Cliff & Claire’s kids... A young brotha like me couldn’t relate. My grandpops was a cop, Real stand up guy… But the OG’s on da block Who really challenged my mind…HIGH. Hol'up, hol'up, hol'up lemme take a sip of my EXPENSIVE beverage. I done came a long muhfuckin' way to be sippin' round all these PEASANT muthafuckas...LISTEN …if I talk my shit,King? It’s gone smell like 6 months Of no tooth brushin’ Or Listerine. Let’s take it to ‘9-4 When E had cop’d tha DR-5, Prolly the most important point in my life. Finally all the music I’d heard in head All these years Could actually fuckin’ exist…SHIT! I was on that muthafucka like, Every day, all night, Aux cord making beats in traffic wit Krug. Ya'll really think I'm playin? I for real had the DR5, hooked up to tha muthafucking aux cord. in traffic. Lettin' that beat drop, ya know what'm sayin? On Hwy100 str8 ackin’ a fool, Takin’ heauxs back to da crib Like niggas ain’t have school. My momma kicked me out When I was just 16… Soon as she found out I was f*ckin’ Wit Peach. She prolly woulda shot me if she knew about Sarah who was my first and all da heauxs a nigga smashed in between That's right around tha time I met J Curtis & Jynxx, 2 brothas from anotha Who knew me betta than ME. (((HIGH))) I done came too far to not... LOVE MYSELF I done been thru too damn much to... HATE ON SOMEONE ELSE (8x's)

1st Verse Six years old Livin on 27th & Melvina. Watchin’ Pee-Wee deal wit Her 1st husband, Michael Bradford. My first step-dad who just happened To have a shitty habit Of repeatedly fuckin’ other women’s vaginas. And every time she took his punk ass back, Was like anotha lesson taught to me... About everything from how love was supposed to be To fuckin’ off w/ impunity. Under the guise of marital unity. (PLEASE) I was six and I could see thru that shit, Like when that fiend sold us VCR box fulla bricks. Fuck trust. A young nigga learned hard early. Getting' evicted cuzza that old punk Bitch Miss Shirley. Now we moving back in On 2-5th, Granny down wit it, But grandpops ain’t want none of that shit. Cuz the room that we was in da year before Got my great grandmomma in it, And she in a coma from a stroke. So I guess that meant we sleepin’ in da basement Which was fuckin’ abusive to Pee-Wee Cuz that meant that every night We'd be adjacent to the same muthafuckin’ room her previous best friend had shot herself dead in da face in.

1st Verse I watched my momma go thru foul shit Wit her ex husband, Heartbroken cried herself to sleep On plenty nights. Played by plenty men a fool, She used to be So jubilee Until that nigga broke her spirit Now she finding Christ. Tryin to get her life right She joined a new crowd, Honestly how she found that church I still don’t know now. But it was cool at first, Friday nights @ church Runnin round wit other kids While my momma ‘nem In da gym. But that was also where my momma met Scott… and for the worse, changed my muthafuckin life. While my mom was at work, He’d pick me for rides on bike, Stopping at his parent’s basement Sometimes. He beat my ASS when I was 8, Because I bit my nails. I was 8yrs old. He was a 2-hunnid pounds grown. Whooped my ass wit a belt, Whooped me wit his bare hands, I was a black child, stripped to my draws beat by a white man. Hook I was 8 years old. ...and all this shit happened under my momma watch. Cuz couldn’t nobody Tell her ass shit about SCOTT. “That’s a fine tall white boy Pee-wee got” Is what I had to hear From broads on da block. Meanwhile I’m 8yrs old, Accepting this life from now on, Bcuz my momma chose a piece of shit Named Scott Stiff. A fuckin’ MP to cooky for the army, So why in the fuck should MY mom Have ever been alarmed? Finally after six months of child abuse And negligence, I told my my grandparents And the hood fk'n handled it. I STILL ain’t forgave HER for all that shit he did. He wasn’t up in my face The rest of my life, So SHE paid for that shit. And Not a lick of fucking therapy either, Even after being abused, I’m left with scabbed over wounds. Never made it to scars, Ain’t never healed that far, In spite of how long I been living wit all this Stress on my heart. See, it ain’t even bout Scott, My issues really my mom. Never truly being for me What she been claimed all along. I ain’t had the type of momma Niggas kill fo’ Since I been old enough to see Thru all da bullshit her ass BEEN on. ...I was EIGHT YEARS OLD! Close ...so after all that bullshit..naturally like, I went to the muhfuckas that "loved" me...MY NIGGAS.

[1st Verse] (Uhh!) Me and my nigga Myth Done hit da road. Where da fuck we finna go? Niggas, don’t even know. <Why we even goin? > Cuz we ain’t neva been nowhere And tryin see everythang that it is out here. (YEAH) Nigga, we was Northside… Garden Homes, Rufus King neighborhood Where all da heauxs thought they was cold. From Playin hide & go git it At night To servin’ game In plain sight, Hidden within the shadows cast by street lights. havin’ heauxs ain’t neva nothin’ I slacked at, I been bending women since Myth was whippin’ dat Cadillac, Boi! Full throttle, Baby Pedal thru tha floor County to county Slangin’ BBC to da local Heauxs Girl don’t wurr’bout where da fuck I’m from, Just keep ya mouf around for when I cum (I ain’t playin bish) Boo’shee rappa’ Snackin’ on crackas And marscapone I been broke Too damn LONG for parsimony! (WHOA!!) [Hook] Money Short… Cash Tall… Shit don’t matter, If you comin, bring yo ass on. We got heauxs in da ride who shake they ass in thongs AND tryin’ to get smashed on. ((ROAD WARRIORS)) [2ND Verse] Snowbunnies snortin’ Everythang we slang up out da trunk, Catch me witcho bitch in my lap Jack, this ain’t nothin’ you want. I used to be tha type That shied From gettin’ hood on niggas, Not realizing That Violence The only language Understood by niggas. Universally, the message of smackin’ you Dead in they face Gone translate. Snatchin’ niggas out they ride In line at Taco Bell <TRUE STORY> Fuckin’ off on heauxs Not even washin’ my dick <TRUE STORY> I know this is where someone Usually repents, But I ain’t give a single FUCK, Nigga my youth was lit. Only muthafuckin’ thang I would if I could Change Is when my stupid ass Got to havin kids. But honestly if I didn’t I’d prolly stayed bullshittin’ Long enough to land my black in prison. Whetha’ behind or in front of the gun, A Lotta people end up neva getting’ charged… But we are not the innocent ones. [Hook] Money Short… Cash Tall… Shit don’t matter, If you comin, bring yo ass on. We got heauxs in da ride who shake they ass in thongs AND tryin’ to get smashed on. ((ROAD WARRIORS))

1st Verse Young and outta control, That boy belong to da street, Momma heart broke Cuz he ain’t what she Want him to be. All dem Sundays in church Ain’t meant a cot damned thang, While he out runnin’ da street Money & hoes on his brain. Whole life in front da nigga, Can’t see past today, Fat knot in his pocket Not a worry on his brain. …except da next time he might can get some brain. Cuz since his momma friend Phylicia touched him, He ain’t been da same. Everythang around him growin up Seemed about Sex. (No matter how much Momma tried to keep it away) She be tryin' to soak it in, Tryin' to teach me a lesson but she bringin' home random dick cuz she need to get laid. And every now and then, I see the same nigga comin' thru smellin like Brandy, Coke, Vodka & Gin... Then I noticed the shit-mood momma in, when he stopped comin' thru that's when that shit sunk in, like... Hook I’ma make her fall in love wit a nigga… Soooooon as I (WHIP THIS THANNNNNNG ON HER!) She gone wanna make a life wit a killa… Soon as I (WHIP THIS THANNNNNNG ON HER!) She gone be runnin’ round claimin’ this dick! Soon afta I (WHIP THIS THANNNNNNG ON HER!) Even tryin' to lock me down wit a kid… 2nd Verse <<When I was younger all I cared about was heauxs>> But.... I neva cared about dem heauxs (Loved pullin off dem clothes doe) Lawd knows If all da shit I did in da dark With deez heauxs Was widely known It’d break my momma whole heart. <<Even tho ironically, My therapist Sez’ it’s her fault, Cuz I was raised so sheltered…>> …that when I got on my own I was warp zone reckless. Skippin’ level afta level, Smashin’ koopas in Castles Me and my magic mushroom, Pudgy da Fat Bastard. (Truth be told, I got a fuckin’ addiction) Since I was barely old enough To love C3P-O I was sneakin’ peeks Thru peep-holes Seein’ ‘Nessa Del Rio. Woked up by the sound of momma gettin' dug da fuck out Plus the aroma of marajuana all thru da house. If I done learned anythang from my seeds, I've learned that kids emulate what they see... LOOK AT ME. OUTRO I love our high. Baby, I love our buzz. Since our first time togetha’ I ain’t neva had enough. I’ll neva give you away Or rehab from our love, I swear to God you must’be sent from above, Cuz you’re my favorite drug. (repeat)

LISTEN... Me and all my brothers Aunties, uncles cousins…. Been addicted to git’n So fk’d up we Can’t even function. Bottles to da head like it’s nothin’ Headed to da licka'sto... I KNOW you hear dat engine RUMBLIN’ You are now rockin’ wit Da best that eva did it, if I ain’t You’d neva know Cuzza’how long I ack’like my dick is. B4 ya find out Where I been, You betta find some bid’niss, Been ain’t shit Since ain’t shit Been a way of living. Young nerdy habit nigga Wit Inherited addictions To nicotine, liquor and nigga’ism But I also had enough sense To not get caught in fuck shit… …except for when puss was involved. Cuz then I had no focus, fidelity or couth at all. On Center St. smashin’ every bitch who that thought she could sing. Smashin’ every bottle of liquor my Black ass could drink, while crackhead Larry da landlord chargin’ $80 bucks for rent every otha fuckin' week… {bridge} Me and all my brothers Aunties, uncles cousins…. Been addicted to git’n So fk’d up we Can’t even function. (((Bottles to da head like it’s nothin’ Headed to da licka'sto... I KNOW you hear dat engine RUMBLIN’))) You are now rockin’ wit Da best that eva did it, if I ain’t You’d neva know Cuzza’how long I ack’like my dick is. B4 ya find out Where I been, You betta find some bid’niss, Been ain’t shit Since ain’t shit Been a way of living. 2nd Verse Hoe, I came from da hood. Where I got rib’d everyday Cuz my momma raise me to Talk good. Articulately, Annunciating every cot damned Syllable Every cot damned Sentence, bitch. I was raised to say what’s on my mind And speak strong. Do tha right thang and tell heauxs To take they ass ‘on. Booshee nigga, Wit extravagant taste, Came from nothin’ More than once So mutha FUCK what it takes. Every day at da gig Surrounded by white folks Wo couldn’t give a fuck less Bout da foke that I would DIE fo’. I got broke nigga problems, Middle class issues. Suburban nigga in Target THEY ain’t even got no tissue. Pandemic Daddy-O Up off da patio… Hot tub Horatio Up out da A/C heaux! I stay-cationed In the middle of Racial demonstrations No such thang as relaxation for a dark light-skinned nigga.

You gave me SOOOOO Many blessin’s… Please, don’t let me fuck this up, Lawd, Please don’t let me f*ck this up. (2x’s) 1st Verse Back on my bullshit. Back on my feet again. Back way past the plateau I was on they thought that I would neva see again. Lost it all and got it all back, DOUBLE. Upgraded everythang, FUCK bein humble. I’m from where havin’ a Keurig Meant you was hood ballin’. Now I got one on every floor of my house… And just so we clear Hoe That ain’t no flex. It’s just a way to say I’m from da hood And I’m proud that I made it OUT. <<I done had plenty of contact Wit’ bitchass pigs cuz I’m a nigga…nigga…nigga… ‘an I done gave ‘em Plenty o’ chances… To send my ass up da river…river…river… Cuz I was doin’ nigga shit. Outside where my niggas is. Livin’ where da niggas live. Drivin’ what the da niggas whip. Pardon me, But honestly I go where da fuck My ass finna been, On some loud & obnoxious Ignant ass nigga shit. I’m sick o’ white-washed Social standardism. Like any culture wit flavor Needs they fuckin’ permission. Like anybody in this house Asked they fuckin’ opinion… Or gave a fuck bout what the fuck They was thinkin. Bout Black on Black Crime, Cuz that shit’s asinine I seen plenty chads whoop plenty britneys ass plenty times. Nevamind..Fuck it. I got business to tend to…. Aye dawg…finish this blunt So I can go up in this venue….

Raze Verse - Now innocently enough What had happened was… I met a broad named Mandy At a show. She was a fan of my flow, She even claimed She loved the way my brain Be swayin…. At least accordin to the shit On Facebook I be sayin. And who was I to challenge that? Plus da fact That she was tall as fuck And had a rack. She was so conversexual, A true fan, This bitch was even quotin’ my songs. (WHOA) Shit was wild… My whole time on stage Bar for bar, This broad right in my face. Then soon as I stepped down, She a round of shots waitin’ For me and tha whole click… …that’s when I started fighting my dick. Reachin’ for the fuckin’ keys to my whip, But it was so last call... And she had parked so far... And it was so damn dark... And my wedding ring was such an inconvenient afterthought….shit… Hook - Now I ain't got no business with this bish... ...but I'm already here (I guess I might as well f*ck) I said, I'm already here...(guess I might as well f*ck)

(PASS THAT SHIT UP’OVA HERE NIGGA) …ya holdin’ on to damn weed too long… (I AIN’T EVEN GET TO HIT IT NIGGA) …and I’m tryin’ be blowed foe end of da son-on-ong. 1st Verse I’m just tryin’ to be….HIGH. Please don’t burden me With your burdens. I’m in mood that I would That I would rather not worsen. It’s been long week carrying demons on my person. So when I ain’t dad-mode or workin’ I’m tryin to be….HIGH. I’m tryin to be….HIGH. I’m tryin to be HIGH. …I’m absolutely sure That’s there’s otha muthafuckas You could call. So I admit sometimes I might Just give you bad advice, outta spite For interruptin’ My muthafuckin’ high. Bish, I'm...HIGH. I was tryin’ to be…HIGH. I’m on a wave you can’t Ride wit a surfboard… …been described as “the worst” By broads who should work more. I got stress On my OWN chest to manage, Without havin to tend to Your vicarious baggage, You only come around when it’s Nonsense to deal wit, An’ I ain’t in the mood for that Bullshit. Bills past due, Problems atcha gig… Or wit a chick you ain’t have No business fuckin wit. Always Da same thang But currently I’m occupying a space where niggas ain’t botherin’ Raze …cuz I’m…HIGH.

She was born under un-ideal circumstances, Mum a under-nourished soul... and dad just never had chances For advancement or enhancement of their situation, facin' every plight no father should have to fight And I ain't talkin wrong versus right, I'm talkin stalkin at night to ensure his baby girl's eatin right. While her momma on that muthafuckin pipe again, cuz rehab was like sex to her, nothin but out and in. Even devout men was up in the house while pops was out doin what he could to kill doubts of whether they would ever make it cuz no matter how many sacrifices they made it never seemed like it'd ever be. See, her pops loved her mum and all of her baggage, but see he also loved that slum and all of its madness. So the cycle kept rollin as that girl kept growin, and here we are 20yrs later, guess who broken, now? He was born with a silver spoon in his grill, dad was a lawyer and mom was a prescriber of pills. So there was always somethin round the crib for him to pop, He throw another tantrum? His parents throwin more pills at him. They gone on VaCay flights to the coast.... he on stay-cay house parties liquor and coke. Everybody high, everybody drunk as a bitch crib fulla angry fucked up kids and all of em rich. Then one night, he met a girl They had nothin in common other than both being from fucked up worlds. She had told him bout her father, He told her bout his moms, she told him bout her mum, then they did anotha line. Then they did anotha shot, then they did ANOTHA line... next thing ya know baby pullin out a pipe. and as he looks in her eyes, he's in love that fast... and that's the first time he smoked crack.....man DAMN. She was born under un-ideal circumstances, Mom a under-nourished soul but dad had plenty of chances. For advancement and enhancement of their situation facing fights he never shoulda seen in his life. Knowing wrong vesus right with the whole world at his feet, never had to work a day never want or need for a thing. But here he is with his chick and his kid that loves, more than anything in this world except them drugs That he can't seem to shake, no matter how hard that he tries, he stares his parents eyes and tells them more lies. Like he really IS clean... and she's enrolling in school, But they can see it in his teeth they ain't no muthafuckin fools. But at the same time there's a guilt inside... they feel responsible somehow for his crap of a life. So they play like they believe the lies and write anotha check, Cuz they believe that's the only way to make the best of the mess

1st Verse I don’t GAF about no racist POTUS Hissy Fit… Why be offended? I was born legally consider’d Three-fifths. By da same flag & Constitution These crackaz be spazzin Bout me NOT pledgin’ Allegiance saluting. Fuck ‘em all against da wall screamin’ I don’t give a fuck heaux, I’m out here strugglin’ STILL at war wit all my OLD demons. Right hand feenin’ for a previous life, Left hand like nigga please, That mean yo previous wife…YUCK. Daily conversations Had wit my inner-nigga, Feelin’ like awluhyaw can kiss my ass, Daily doses digesting disrespect And stress that’s meant to kill a nigga, Weighing pros & cons of protecting Tha bag. Either I’m black as a mutha fucka Or I’m not black enough… My blackness is constantly judged Half tha time based off’a who I fuck… …or fall in love wit’ Off da habitual whore shit Cuz da thought of entertaining Half these broads Makes me nauseous. I’m just lookin fo’ a spot To get comfy in. Become some bad bitch’s Fat Reformed ruffian. A lawn mowin’ Blick totin’ muh’fucka. That’ll smoke a poke’butt Or bust a whole thru Niggas runnin’ up. In my own lane, Bitch Da cruise control lit, Getting my dick blown Rollin’ over da Hoan Bridge. Suppressed depression Expressed as repressed aggression, I don’t need no fake love I need a God-damned therapist. ...to help me find my happy place. Chorus I don’t know where it is.. (Lookin for my happy place) Too many thangs on my mind… (On da grind all day) Ain’t seen my kids in years…I hope they all Ok. ok.... okayyyyyyyy

Shout out to all the broads I ever lied to, Hear that shit? CRICKETS Cuz in spite of how foul I might've did summa-yawl The fact is I never lied To NONE y’all bitches. All I did Was slang bomb dick And best intentions To y’all selfish ass ingrate bishes. Think of all the times I truly put you first… Everytime you brought yo ass to da crib So I could quench yo thirst. You know I had that strict open door policy, I often opened yours And left ya legs wobbly. And what da fuck did I get? A big tit coked-out Psycho bitch. Heaux even slashed tires on my whip… After all my efforts showin ‘em love…. I used to think on a long enough timeline heauxs gone learn. But heauxs hard headed, heauxs don’t learn! Hook Hard lessons That could save a young nigga Heart stressin’ Cuz da street ain’t shit But trash heauxs And they ALL finessin’. 2ND Verse Yo…shitty energy & antivillainy. The literal epitome Of ephemeral chemistry. Bruce Wayne right from "Nice to meet you"... Privately in his mind devising ways to defeat you. It's always all good When the bad aint'chu... Shots fired. Snake niggas always up in da view. Claiming they down to go to war, But the war been waged Since he first laid eyes on ya broad. Niggas will look you dead Tha face & won't blink, Whole time Whole mind Stuck on yo wife's pink. ain't shit sacred. Especially to a leach Who latches onto yo life Until he strips that bitch naked. Hook Hard lessons That could save a young nigga Heart stressin’ Cuz da street ain’t shit But snake niggas And they ALL finessin’.

Raze Verse Bitch you make everybody life Worse by bein in it. So as a form of preservation You invasively position yourself In situations that muthafuckas Gone need you in it. Always in somebody ELSE cot damn bidness Money was on my mind, But yours was on mine, So everytime a nigga had some bidness You thought I was smashin bitches. Couldn’t go to da gig w/out hearin’ yo shit. Lyin like a muthafucka, Even callin da pigs. For no reason… Otha than da fact you ran around wit Tracie stankin’ ass at all them aftersets Slurpin’ on semen. Now’ain’t THAT a bitch, All that hollin’ bout ME allegedly cheatin’ And you da one who been ain’t shit.

1st Verse They say the villain’s Always written As the hero of his own story... Well for all the years That I been Killin shit Ya’ll finna see me Show my black ass In ALL it’s proud glory. Composed of prose Comprised of G-shit & heaux allegory. If you ain’t neva been da shit at nothing you did, No disrespect, but YOU can’t tell me SHIT. Bitch I grew from da mud. Agriculture Pork & beans for dinner. Slept in da car cuz 'pops locked us out... He was foul But my momma never closed her fuckin’ mouth So we was out there in da Regal... parked off Port Sunlight. My nightlight da street-lamp Count flies like sheep, Dozin off to da sound of momma cryin’ herself to sleep In da background 6x9 speakers bumpin’ quiet storm after 10pm on 102.1 I done came too far Bitch I done kissed the sky, I’ll be damned somebody tell me How I’m gone live my life. (NIGGA PLEASE) Hook I almost had my muthafuckin’ life stole After getting lied on. (I DON’T TRUST NO MUTHAFUCKA) Tha lamb of God Can bring his damn monkey-ass ‘round I’ma still stare his ass down (Git Gone Muhfucka) If you lived thru my lifetime And still gotcho muhfuckin’ right mind You’s a damn (STRONG MUTHAFUCKA) One time…one time for the STRONG MUTHAFUCKAS. 2nd Verse The most hated on outta all those who claim they get hated on, On every song Exaggerate it all so much They make it all up Ain’t no such thang (cuz ain’t nobody out here Fuckin’ wit Raze.) Man, what tha fuck should I say? I been dope for so cot damned long That I forgot what it was like to be wack. I had to try some new shit Just to NOT be so much betta Than my peers, Issa a cold ass world In my muthafuckin’ head. I’m competitive as fuck, And want ALL da wins AND credit For ALL the accomplishments that I did. I made careers Of muthafuckas STILL Stuck in arrears… Who act like I’m wrong For sayin’ da shit. Why SHOULDN’T I grab my dick? Relax, clean my straps & Smoke? Smack my bitch on her ass Like it’s a fuckin’ reward? (Kitty “It IS!”) I bust my muthafuckin ass ‘fo every cent that I get While my broke ass ex’s Can’t even pay they damn rent. Just imagine… Multiple women scrapin’ And scrappin’ To get various Percentages Of half Of all you havin’… Then enacting An attacking Tactic Of state sanctioned Theft of Your parental Access. (Ya’ll know that’s some bullshit, right?) Hook I almost had my muthafuckin’ life stole After getting lied on. (I DON’T TRUST NO MUTHAFUCKA) Tha lamb of God Can bring his damn monkey-ass ‘round I’ma still stare his ass down (Git Gone Muhfucka) If you lived thru my lifetime And still gotcho muhfuckin’ right mind You’s a damn (STRONG MUTHAFUCKA) One time…one time for the STRONG MUTHAFUCKAS.

Raze Verse Quarantine livin’ Got the walls closing in... Fuck it…nigga might as well Get blowed again. Fuck yeah I be blowed on the clock, Video calls and shit? Nobody notice Cuz my backgrounds always be lit. It’s entertainin’ Entertaining a fool, Not realizing he da one The string's attached to. It’s an interesting life Teetering the line Between confidence And pompous For everything My ego ain’t My pen-game is obnoxious. I make general rudeness sound elegant, Threw humility out da crib, And put a ring on Arrogance. I know where my bread is butta’d I ain’t DUMB muthafuckas… But I’ll be cot DAMNED Before I ever feel judged bruh… (FUCK THAT) Hook Hell yeah I’m blowin’ on trees, (This SUPER necessary) Fuck yeah I’m blowin off steam (This SUPER necessary) Stumblin’ drunk as I can be (This SUPER necessary) This been a LONG ass week… (This SUPER necessary)

Intro Bitch. Bitch. (laugh) Yeah. (Kitty - BITCH) Aye, I gotcha that time…I gotchaw that time! 1st verse Remember when I chose you? (Kitty - BITCH) Outta all da heauxs You know a nigga was on And had access to… I chose YOU. And how you repay me for that…Hmm? (Kitty - BITCH) You carried my seed Gave birth to a future King, Then crossed the map. ILLEGALLY. Remember that? Remember that shit…? (Kitty - BITCH) ‘member when you stole my son, Ain’t tell me shit, just gone on da run? (Kitty - BITCH) First it was to Colorada, I only found out cuzza yo Hermana. Then came tha shit That really hit me hard, You fucked my fam Just to pay for a car? (Kitty - BITCH) …BITCH? ‘Memba when you fucked my cousin Dorian…bitch? When it come to baby mommas I ain’t neva met a goddamn one That ain’t came wit drama. If every single Shot That you took From da top Of the key Got blocked Would you look For an alternate means Or just keep on Doin the same thang… Doin the same thang… Doin the same thang….? Over and over again Sho’ as it get cold In Wisconsin again Every cot damned year In da winter when da nights Git long And da snow Hit da flo’ and people drive like shit. Cuz they don’t remember. They don’t ‘memba!! Just like you Don’t seem to remember All the bullshit you put me thru. Shit, look at our son. Stuck in da middle of bullshit Now he on bullshit, Half nigga grown Even moved out yo crib. (Kitty - BITCH) ‘Memba when I tried to be A dad to out kid, But you couldn’t keep yo Jealous ass eyes off Biz? (BITCH) (bitch) Memba when you sneak moved Down to Florida? And all these years later had to call me to gitchu back…Bitch? ‘Memba..bitch? ‘Memba when I gave you money for that And still to this day, ain’t ask for it back…bitch? (bitch) ‘memba when yo’ ass got back 2 da crib, And I called some white folks and gotchu a gig? Bitch? …memba that shit? AND I ain’t never fuck that bitch from DHL. Know who did tho? My muh’fuckin cousin that you and Jody fucked. STUPID.

[Intro] Listen nigga…this is the way, this is just the way it’s gone have’tuh be dawg. Like, I can’t mess…wit no single mommas no more dawg. Like…like, AYE, look…I LOVE mommas. I COME FROM a momma. But man, dealin’ wit them and these kiiiids? I just can’t do it! [1st Verse] I be tryin to hit it til da sun come up, But when I’m finna slip’it in That’s when her son runs up. Knockin’ on door, Beggin’ for juice, Or talkin bout a closet monster Named Barbadook. Cot damn lil nigga, Letcha momma heaux, Quit engineering all these cock Block obstacles. Let her be safe, Matter fact let her see Raye. I promise you That after me Her attitude’ll be great. Might even take you to da sto’ Yo lil dingy ass ack’rite, I’m tryin to remedy tha fact That Her back tight. But oh no, Here you go’on a tantrum, Mad, Cuz I be smackin’ yo momma Dead on her ass, Son? Nig’lit Don’t git Maaaaaaaad’abot it... Ain’t no if-ands around it, This is what it’s like To have a MAN around here. So every couple days When you hear yo momma Making‘nem sounds again (me and yo momma) [Hook] Me and yo momma… Tryin’ to do da nastyyyy… That’s how you got here (lil nigga) That’s how you got here (lil nigga) [x4] [Section B Change (bridge)] (Me and yo Momma….) [x4] [2ND Verse] I been tryin’ to slide this dick Up in ya momma bout foe’ty-fiiiiiiiiiiive Minutes… But you keep on knockin Steady cock-blockin Won’t let foke hit it. ….Quit hatin lil nigga, Let a grown mannnn BEAT. …Don’t you want a lil bro? Don’t you want a lil sis? LET HISTORY REPEAT. I ain’t bout da mess I BEEN round this bitch Takin’ yo ass to school, Playin’ Xbox & shit. PLEASE. Fo YO momma always got A attitude havin ass? Puttin’ stress on me I don’t NEED. [BRIDGE] Lil niggas think they momma Wasn’t thot’n in da club…(back THEN we called it “hoe’n”) …where dey think they ass came from? (Cam newton “where is your dad?” sample) (Thot’n in da club) Thot’n in da club (3 X’S) (Cam newton “where is your dad?” sample) [3rd Verse] …To be honest Growin up lil foke I was just like you... Feelin’ overprotective Of a grown ass woman I ain’t even have a claim to. …Maybe in my mind At the time I was tryin’ to fill a void.. A position That was missin’ in da house man of it or at least whatever I could understand of it. …shit… But that ain’t this situation, I been dealin’ witcha momma Thru all types of altercations So all that I can do as man, Is make a promise to you That I’ma do what I can. To not break no hearts, Or tear a home apart, Matter fact I’m tryin to build here And Just like every otha thang I done Said to ya up to this point on MY muthafuckin’ momma It’s some REAL shit. (LISTEN) [Bridge] Look dawg, I ain’t even gone lie to you… Everything I’m sayin to you str8 one hunnid. I LOVE spending time witchu. But for anything to REALLY keep hap’nin, I gotta go lay this PIPE, nigga. SHIT. [Hook] Me and yo momma… Tryin’ to do da nastyyyy… That’s how you got here… That’s how you got here…

1st Verse Grown ass man I’m alive, Got me a blue pill drive, Been huntin’ heauxs, & hyper-strokin broads my Whole damn life. Plus I’m consistent, And I’m efficient, One in da front do’ Two out da back do’ While a fourth bird up In da kitchen Eatin’ chicken Washin dishes, Cleanin’ chit’lins Bouncin’ titties. Just bottom bitchin’ Everybody play they own position. And we all winnin! Like it’s tha 7th inning… Gone Stretch them legs good Yawl some seasoned veteran women. I’m jussa grown man Tryin’ to find a place to Put my head at, Baby, where yo head at? Baby what’s yo Address? Baby, do you got candles & matches? So I can stroke you right, Right on that mattress? (DAMN BITCH!) I’on know what to tell ya bae… But you ain’t in my lane baby… I like my ladies wit a lil mo’ “seasoning” to ‘em …that’s why I gotta tell ya… Hook Girl, I’m lookin’ fo’ ya momma… You know that lady used to treat me proper… She was a giver and a panty droppa’ Fed her some Ashwagandha, alcohol & marijuana.

[1st Verse] I get high. On tha low. After gigs Befo’ da shows. Out to git As many chicks On my dick As I can afford. Young nigga livin’ Like life’s a given. and never-ending spending every disposable minute out tryin to git it. Surviving not dyin Like it’s a crime to be fly, Knowin’ them pigs can’t wait To catch a brotha slippin’ outside. But thanks to tha Lord’s willin’ I been livin’ so cot damned long, That I done heard EVERY DAMN sad song. That’s why SOME people come around? I be like “Man, GONE” We been eatin’ too good For YOU to bring yo ass on. And I don’t even mean it disrespectful, I just ain’t got the patience For the way ya Trigger my stressors. Plus I’m so grown I done learned some lessons Rule 1: Neva sacrifice on things That bring You peace of mind. That mean sometimes even family got’ta go. Cuz everythang you came from ain’t good for yo’ SOUL. [Hook] THAT’S GOSPEL. Ain’t bout no bull Kid, I need my congregation COMFY in da pulpit. Can’t call nobody my brotha if he a punk in here, Can’t call no woman my sista if she ain’t bout a lick! <GOSPEL> [2ND Verse] Feelin like a Black He-man, Ridin’ on Battlecat My kids catch me blowed, I just tell’em it’s fo’ my cataracts They already know I ain’t got no sense, Neva’ front on my kids, They know EXACTLY who they damn daddy is. Lame niggas askin’ Where his baby-mammas is… Sheeeit, nigga I’onknow, Prolly somewhere suckin’ dick. Prolly somewhere spendin’ all da child support On bills and rent, So my damn kids Don’t end up wit a damn cent! Out here on da corner, Hustlin’ tryin’ to dodge Da Rona, Cuz messy broads Always tryin’ to put sum’n on ya. Wit they wide-nose High post heaux aroma. Git stuck in ya beard & clothes Anytime they get close on ya. Bills git to piling up, Behind on ya rent, Social media posts don’t even make no cot damn sense. I don’t even know How writing this song I done GOT HERE, But since I’m is I might as well gone head And walk up them stairs and speak GOSPEL. Hook THAT’S GOSPEL. Ain’t bout no bullshit. I need my congregation COMFY in da pulpit. Can’t call no nigga my brotha if he a punk bitch, Can’t call no woman my sista if she ain’t bout shit. <GOSPEL>

1st Verse You eva had somebody tell you that You wouldn’t neva be SHIT??? Knowin in a lil bit Them same haters gone be all up on yo dick?? (or clit?) Yeah, I said it… Raze BEEN known For bein’ so Big headed. If life is a bish, She been my lifelong Bedwench. PDA in CVS Poppin up wit 12 at my gig, Accusin’ me of shit My ass ain’t even did… Yet, here I is. Livin’ my BEST life In spite of roads bumpy, Can’t NOBODY say the Lawd Don’t love me. They called me pompous, They called me arrogant, Short nigga standin’ tall Neva been scared of shit. It’s a cold world ‘specially when ya furnace broke, Holidays spent in da county Thankful for Ramen Foke. I done lost it all But been blessed enough to Get it back TWO FOLD, Who else da fuck YOU KNOW Ain’t neva been defeated? Hook (2x's) I’m thankful for the life that I’ve lived (talk to 'em), I’m thankful for my wife and my kids (talk to 'em). I’m thankful for my fam that’s still breathin’ (Why's That?) Life is hard, yeah we scarred, But ain’t neva been defeated. 2nd Verse Ain't no love left... Cuz all dat love lost. They was eager to see me trip hoping I'd fall off. Surprise nigga, I’m still alive And still strive nigga, Wit a life you only see inside you mind nigga. If I was you, I would be jealous too. Bad broad on my side Wit my na’an worry on my mind? Who tha fuck I think I am Walkin’ round so cocky I done fuck all ya heauxs And mastered all da flows Don’t give a fuck aboutcho fashion trends, STILL slick wit da clothes, Make beats AND don’t need na’an nigga to recode (record). (OH) I’m a one stop shop For bein da shit, Ace Boon Coon, Real nigga you should fuck wit. …and I don’t even fuck wit but a few. Kicked it wit some bitch niggas Then they plotted a coup. Which in the end was cool, And exactly what I needed, Life been hard, AND I'm scarred, ...but ain't NEVA been defeated. Hook (2x's) I’m thankful for the life that I’ve lived (talk to 'em), I’m thankful for my wife and my kids (talk to 'em). I’m thankful for my fam that’s still breathin’ (Why's That?) Life is hard, yeah we scarred, But ain’t neva been defeated. Bonus Track "Black AmeriKKKan Genesis" Ghetto born and raised, Product of the same Cage, constructed to keep us Fucked & enslaved. Brave soul Mistakenly labeled as an A-hole Painstakingly making my way To heights they claim we can’t go. I been strugglin’ so long, Kid treated grown, Cuz when they see us They see threats… Can’t wait to get that noose around My brown skin neck, No noose? They just send bullets thru My brown skin chest. ...what’s next? If I don’t die And survive, Throw me in front a judge Who just as racist As tha muthafuckin shooter was. if I try to ease da pain Smokin’ on some booda-bud, They don’t see no circumstance They just say dat dude a thug. What da fuck? Lock ‘em up! Throw away da key, Muthafuck his fam, Just keep that nigga Fuck away from ME! And they lily white existence, Make laws To keep us all off at a distance, Then say WE ignant. Hook We ain’t got no benefits. We ain’t got no privileges. We get fucked no Vaseline And just get get left to deal wit it. Black AmeriKKKan Genesis. Black AmeriKKKan Genesis. (x2) I tried to tell niggas… …but nigga, it’s crazy. Niggas won’t listen to niggas Unless niggas is Jay-Z. We from da same system. You’d swear they’d recognize Game & wisdom When it hit em’ In the same syncopated rhythm. I ain’t raise ‘em But STILL feel It’s my job to uplift ‘em, Cuz I remember clearly What it’s like to NOT have SHIT still. And won’t neva forget, Them nights wit no heat Or no lights, trappin’ off’uh Center street wit E and Dice. Sparkin weed Swearin’ we was Bout to spark a movement, Just Black men wit dreams Of havin’ thangs we neva seen. Wit out own eyes or otherwise, Prayin we don’t fall the same fate As all our other guys. “Naw, not ME” Said by every muthafucka in here, Never knowin’ His final moments Is near... Just history repeatin’ The same sequence For heathens... Thankful for every moment we breathin’.. Cuz we ain’t got no benefits. We ain’t got no privileges. We get fucked no Vaseline And just get get left to deal wit it. Black AmeriKKKan Genesis. Black AmeriKKKan Genesis. (x2)