I was bred in a filthy place… dirty oven
Punching McLovins in the face, hunching my woman any place
30 cousins—fatherless muthafuckas
Motherless daddy haters, misdirected, a generation infected
With self-doubt, wondering if God glad He made us
Stop talking bout haters; we hate us, and what…
Happens when them Cuban linx rust
Stupid dreamer keep your team’s trust, that roofless Bimmer wont build it up
My life’s been so inconsistent, see the trend of persistence
Success alone on my wish list, distracted by shawty cleavage
Blow your focus, your career will be hocus pocus
And hope can be an opiate without an oath to know your shit
The doper that my flow will get like water broke with coke mixed
They say snort it to abort the kid, I’ll decode it later—Hova shit
No patience for those that doubt me
So the only setbacks you’ll see of a nigga is reclined in Snuggles’ Audi
Come hell or high water, loan deferment, supporting daughters
Ordering dollar sushi, courting at dollar movies
Marking up loose-leaf, reading the works of Huey
P. Newton’s my nigga—Black scripture penner, forgive’em
Accept the truth or hide, just know…
Revolutionary Suicide’s the only way the truest die
My lady chose to slide, I Love ya, I don’t blame ya
God bless the child that never gave up, tape cut!

Chorus:

You getting pulled over with the D
Cant even afford two babies and here come three
Aint got enough credits for that college degree

You cant afford to go to jail homie
Don’t let temptation send you to hell homie
That scholarship no longer there homie
Que sera, all is well homie

Verse II

Sit back recline, lose control and cruise
Realize your blessing, God navigates you,
Can only be judge for what you did not do
Cuz your past is set in bones, ya presence cant be reviewed
Keep that in mind playa
Stay on the court, record ya points,
Don’t come up short, push weight
Leave them the metaphors,
You been makin betta scores, ever since that night
Night of the fight,
Where you had to pull the piece to save ya life
That’s a strike
In the rear dash monitor, path right
As you exit ya driveway screamin shyt at ya wife
I gotta get my mind right
All I need is a light,
A quick stop through the team headquarters to get nice
Now I’m hazy, tryna stay in the lines
I get lazy, damn I ran through a light
Woop, woop,
He get to the window, I’m smellin like
You already know, that coulda set me back for life

Chorus:

You getting pulled over with the D
Cant even afford two babies and here come three
Aint got enough credits for that college degree

You cant afford to go to jail homie
Don’t let temptation send you to hell homie
That scholarship no longer there homie
Que sera, all is well homie

Verse III:

They say the angels watch us
I believe this is all preposterous
We make mistakes this is not the Oscars
Best on screen performance, me
Director, god
I connect events in my life,
Just like Mayans did the stars
I created my own path
Script it like Dean Koontz
M Night Shamala,
Through all our actions we leave proof
Atheist scream james knew, his brother wasn’t god
cuz he wasn’t
Guess some chosen even, the others odd
Do I blame deamons, nature, the hospital or god
This real life it’s no fisade
Get scarred, heal, move on
Take chances, romances, be smart
War never ends,
Be careful who you let ride in that two door benz
cuz when the credits rollin
Wont be no use for hopin
These minor setbacks are quick light killers just like the wind
They provide air,
A way to breathe
But with enough force
A brutal way to leave
Rest in peace.