[Verse 1: Chubby Jag]
Poppa gone, momma crying
I just want my daddy, I'm to young to know that momma trying
She say that he coming back, but I know that my momma lying
I ain't even tripping, look at all this sh** my momma buying
Naw I ain't lying bro, she keep me laced
Give me wads of money just to spend bro, she keep me caked
But I done took the wrong steps that shouldn't be retraced
I guess that's why I'm preaching now, I'm on my T.D. Jakes
Spit now, all my sh** sick and I'm the sh** now
Just trying to rip sh**, till I get rich and can sit down
That's why I put my faith in no man
I'm a couple floors up from y'all, yea I've been on my Bruh man
Yea you ever felt like you just had to k**?
Ran across that beautiful women that you just had to feel?
Sad that you catching a bus and you never had the wheel
Whole family starving, no food around and you had to steal?
You ever seen a head shot, wig steaming, fiend shaking
Big fiending, whole bunch of them kids screaming?
I'm just saying n***as praying, I'm fighting them big demons
I can see them in my sleep, so I'm fighting for big reason
n***a dying, n***as crying, they sound like a kid teething
sh** sleeping for the dead, I'm alive and I'm big breathing
Chubby, get me, white powder n***a high power
f** with n***as that need the coka leaf and buy sour
We hurting, so we intoxicated off high flowers
Still I was born to cop sh**, I'm on my high tower
Yea I know n***as that selling hoochies that selling goochie
Your p**y won't make me marry you, I'm just telling groupies
Yea I f** with them real n***as, them trill n***as
Real ill n***as, that peel triggers and k** n***as
I wake up in my hoopin' shoes like I'm off the ball
Got me shining like Michael glove I'm off the wall
A n***a need the music, I been a fiend for days
They fiend for my bars like a smoker that fiends for haze
I fiend for money, I won't stop till my team is paid
Everybody sparking, n***as marching like the King parade
Uh, I don't know Dre I don't know Uncle Snoop
If you a n***a uncle, just look out cause that's what uncles do
Them certain colors get you slayed round here
I know p**y, coke, and weed will get you paid round here
All the jobs paying dirt, n***as slaves round here
All the churches taking money, can't get saved round here
Momma pardon I'm with b**hes, I be quick to treat her bad
That's unless she's hot and sweet
And she like Martin momma biscuits, huh
They say I talk about shining too much, I'm often glad
Cause if I talk about struggling, I'd be talking sad
n***as cussing as a kid, had me talking bad, talking mad
Get it, I be with it if you talking cash
And if I ain't running the game, then I'm walking fast
You n***as froze in the matrix, my n***as walking past
Do this for them b**hes showing a** for a living
I be in that same bag, I just spas for a living
Trash man, all them beats I gotta trash for a living
For them homeless people quick to get they lasts for a living
Yea, naw I ain't scared of nothing, that's cause I've been afraid
That's why I'm yelling crown a n***a, till I'm in the grave
Jag