This a contest so I gotta go off

The name is Taalib by the way

This how it goes, thinking bout money and flows, paying no time for these hoes
Pray for my bros, pray for my Mama to know, some peace in her life cuz I know
She had it bad, all of the struggle she knows, all of the struggle she knows (momma, momma)
It's not her fault, all of the money she owes, all of the money she owes (momma, momma)
She had it bad, been through a lot
Talking bout hustle and struggle, bitch shutup and go kick some rocks
You and your opps, only use the rhythm of the kick drum talking bout throwing shots
Ain't go no shooters in ubers you loser, you just be faking that shit just to pop
All of the rapping bout trapping and capping, man I'm so sick all this shit needs to stop
What happened to pop? Poppy got smoked. N***as will laugh but this shit ain't a joke
All of you rapping bout shit you don't know, n***a please tell me what is the goal?
Tryna be hood? You ain't bout gang, neither am I bitch that ain't what I'm saying
Why do you fake it? Tryna be cool? These n***as are sentenced from inside the womb
They sentenced to lives with no opportunity
Sentenced to pain, suffering, scrutiny
Who you supposed to be? This shit is new to me
Bitch you was blessed with dat food on da table
You got two parents, both of them able
Gave you the care and the love you deserved. You could have had it way fucking worse
Inside the hood this shit is unheard … of
Tell me the fuck where you came from. Now you got nothing to say um
You just a puppet whose mocking the mode
Wrap up your shit bitch its time to go home
This is not ending with x's and o's
Too many babies with tags on their toes
This is not ending with x's and o's
Too many babies with
Fuck uh
All of the murder I'm sick of it uh
Don't even know is listening uh
All of my demons I'm christening uh
All of these n***as I'm killin em uh
Every beat is a feast
Bitch I let out the beast
N***as hate when I preach
Yah n***a preach
Preach, preach, preach
Yah n***a preach
Preach, preach, preach