{Intro}
I got you
{Hook}
So tired of the drama
Can't run from these issues, cause everyone got them
And that's on my mama
I need me some commas, want rich ni**a problems
And just cause you broke
That don't mean that you ready for this cake my ni**a
And when you from where I from
You gone do anything that it takes my ni**a
So tired of the drama
Can't run from these issues, cause everyone got them
And that's on my mama
I need me some commas, want rich ni**a problems
And just cause you broke
That don't mean that you ready for this cake my ni**a
And when you from where I from
You gone do anything that it takes my ni**a
{Verse 1}
Ask me where I'm from San Diego
California ni**a, dusty Vans and a Faygo
A hundred twenty miles from the city full of angels
Hard to crack a smile, when the ghetto take your halo
Days after school playing 2k or Halo
No rush to get home, I just need a place to lay low
Your parents better off, I want to know the s**t that they know
My family shop at Ross, and we still ain't got no cable
No sitting at this table, unless you bringing something to it
Post in my garage, getting high, making music
Didn't want to hustle but the struggle make you do it
Leave early for class but I'm still going to be truant
This re-up gone take, forty five to an hour
Arriving back on campus, sell this candy like it's powder
Adolescent addiction increase my buying power
Couldn't afford to eat, now I suddenly feel empowered
{Bridge}
I don't know, me personally bro
I could never let a m*****f***** with money
Tell me that money is not everything
You know?
I need to see what that's like
{Hook}
So tired of the drama
Can't run from these issues, cause everyone got them
And that's on my mama
I need me some commas, want rich ni**a problems
And just cause you broke
That don't mean that you ready for this cake my ni**a
And when you from where I from
You gone do anything that it takes my ni**a
{Verse 2}
See I want generational wealth
So I spit it for a purpose, not the sake of my health
Weight of the world on my shoulders, Ima press it myself
Got to a point where sometimes, I'm impressing myself
For the past two and a half, I've had a hell of a run
If it ain't no money involved, we ain't having no fun
Tired of doing s**t for free, I've got to stick to my guns
If you keep rapping how you is, it'll certainly come
Mapped out a plan, sit down with the team so they understand
Just a matter of time, I'll undoubtedly be the man
Cause even through Corona still currently in demand
Ain't no cap that I'm captivating them with the work of my hand
For once in my life, feel like I'm doing it right
I could never do no wrong when it come to s**t that I write
Even when I'm dead and gone, take my pen to the afterlife
I just wrote a record for God so I go to go up the price, ni**a!