[Verse: Bruno Brinks]
Maneuver through a lot of shit, I can't be mad
I was a pair of sneaks away from being a deadbeat dad
Every now and then homie I be feeling kinda suspect
Baby momma drama still probably need a blood test
Might as well give em welfare and give blood next
Just to cop a Q of weed, who they want, you or me?
Them boys coming, got a diploma but what to show for it?
Thinking like: all them years of school, what I go for?
It's nothing but pain in my heart, and that's real talk
One thing's for certain, two is for sure
Bought enough cancer in my life to pay for the cure
I'm underground, but lyrically we made for the stores
Platinum plaques, of course, I thought I could get 'em
Had my room like city blue slash Dr. Denim
Hot cars, hoppin' in 'em, playin' with cream
Coppin' them watches, bracelets, chains, and rings
Yeah, picture me rollin' in that CL6, hittin' them spreewells bitch
My kids with me so my seatbelts clicked
I'm not used to all them cameras and them interviews
I was in there blowing wet, tryna rob the swimming pool
Paper got me fascinated, haters got me agitated
So quickly to the game, the grip was I done graduated; failed at the same time
And you know you doing some tick when n***as try to tell at the same time
Couldn't be soft growing up on these soft streets
N***as squeeze at night, 'til somebody miss a heartbeat
Whoever worked the graveyard did the midnight counting
And all I needed was a bird without the midnight falcons
Hustled 20 hours a day, hustled on the strip
But found 4 to chill with my kids, cuddle with my bitch
With the black-back on 'em put the snub to a prick
Especially 'bout my paper or if it's over the strip
Soon as you start eating, pigs wanna steak out
Judges turn to landlords quick to throw our case out
My team form lines and I ain't talking 'bout assembly
My gun jammed, somebody must be prayin' for my enemy
Snakes in the grass and I know they ain't no friends to me
Bitches wanna party and parlay where the Benz will be
I'm the type of dude that'll move whatever you movin' dude, well this dude move it better
I'm out on Carolina, player, more than Julius Peppers
All that arguing and fighting left my seeds in the middle
Crackin' a dutch while I'm leaving the spiddle
That family life I conceded a little, pay the bills, sleep with the pistols
How my finances look ain't even an issue
I'm from where they quickly erase you and quickly dismiss you
My purpose of being on this earth is truly your man
It'll take another real man to truly understand
Yeah, this life ain't really what it seems to be
Now let me explain to yall how life means to me
Cuz I know most of yall really don't give a fuck-