[Hook]
I'm sorry, momma, I spend all my money on clothes
I'm sorry, momma, I spend all my time with my bros
I promise, momma, I'm trying to alter my ways (Styling, boy!)
I promise, momma, I'm trying my hardest to change

[Verse 1]
But it's hard for me
Yeah, it's hard, mommy
And our goals different
Is it wrong of me?
That I want money, want fame
You want a difference, you want a change, and you want a lot
But I'm not Obama, I ain't got the power, I can't solve your problems
I'm cool with feeding my family
I'm cool with feeding my feet
With them cool grades and them new J's
I'm getting compliments in the street
But they keep slaving ?
But I keep saving for Jordans
Being free and looking inexpensive, tell me what's more important to you

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I'm out here trying to get my life together
I need to rearrange goals
Cause I put all my chains on, and I turn into Django
My master pull that whip out, he bought the kid a new Range Rove
His gold I rocking, no halo
Jehova sent me some angels and they said
"Tell me, how your True Religions sag low?
When you got a $400 belt on?
Nobody want to see your Polo drawers
You gotta reach down low to grab your cell phone"
See, I struggle with myself
Trying to set my goals
Farther than shoes, farther than 'Raris, farther than chains, farther than clothes
Farther than hanging with my n***as, farther than hanging out the car window
Screaming "I hate Zimmerman, he ain't innocent"
But I'm just a kid, and I'm ignorant
And I'm sorry, momma
Back to the rap
You back in the mall, and I'm back to the trap
I'm back to the crack that I rap on my tracks
Put the flame in the game, make it gas to the max
Get the lighter, get it higher
Cause I'm dope in all my fire
Tryin' to get a Maserati
Mozzarella, stacking cheddar
Got a get a Murcielago, asiago, got a lot of dough
And this cheddar, I'm a spend it, ain't nobody do it better than me

[Hook]

[Outro]
Dear God, we ain't talk in a minute, but you know, I'm doing good
Me and momma haven't fought in a minute, so, I appreciate it
All the pain that you done alleviated
And I'm never levitated or inebriated
Cause I know life is short, so why would I abbreviate it more?
I'm not another lost soul
I'm a kid with a goal, and it ain't to get rich, and it ain't to get famous, and it ain't to have everything all go
And it ain't discriminating
Around here, idols are what people imitate, homie get it straight
Rap concerts looking more like church
It's like hell and heaven trying to integrate
Now isn't it great? This gift of mine
And it's just divine when it's used correctly
And I'm doing that, so when my time is over, don't you forget me
And sometimes I wonder if you're real or not
Cause this world is sick and you took my granny and you took Kiara and Dennis, too, now how absurd is this?
But I keep the faith, though
And RIP to Peso
And when my brother get out of that hell hole please guide him on his way home
I pray for him in the name of Christ
We let Zimmerman take Trayvon's life
Cause we ain't do nothing 'bout it but cut the TV out and tweet about it
We said God'll handle it at the vigil
And the next day we went back to packing them pistols, right?