Tha Joker - The Explanation (Chapter 1) lyrics

(Intro) We came so far We still got a long way to go Yo (Verse) As I’m thumbin through the cash I get an erection Makin movies, I advise the viewer’s discretion Some people only f** with me because of my profession So when I’m lookin at my friends I see the deception I done almost lost it all on a couple occasions I done had some close calls like a visitation Because that money talks to me like a dissertation I went shoppin' on my neck and yet I bought a bracelet All it takes is patience and yet I get impatient Cause I enjoy it when the bank is my current location And I get goose bumps as I slide my legs into designers sponsored links Plus I’m a father so I love when my children be shinin Addicted to fast cars and fast women but who isn’t? I could say I’m different but I’m just a regular old a** n***a I used do it for fun, until I had kids An had peers who stabbed from the… stabbed me from the… rear I’m tryna win so my losses are insufferable Keys to the game, stay humble, never get comfortable And never show weakness, I won’t be handled by man I’ll bury you vertical to make sure you understand (Interlude) Bury you vertical… To make sure you… Under… stand… feel I’m still grindin man Only for family Yea (Verse) Grandma need a residence, granddaddy taking medicine Sister tired of petty sh** so Joker getting presidents Joker gotta watch these p**y n***as who be hatin on him But them pussies better know that n***a Joker waitin on em Tryna get better but I’m still fearin' judgement day ‘Cause no matter how much I change I still gotta pay Lord give me some slack, I’m young wild and I’m black I love me some weed and p**y but I’m addicted to the scratch Many pesos, dollars, gulas, euros, pals, dividends Scrilla, bread, first gwap, even coin mint tin’s Man I swear to God man, these n***as f** n***as That’s why my mind on money man, f** n***as! Really dog, I only put my trust in the kids Gold 40, black 40, those my fraternal twins Take a stroll down parkway, see the n***as they roll with me They get they own money so I just spoil em with loyalty Gutter parkway, men are deep, I’d go to war for em They make C notes with scales, they are my orchestra Bands, grands, Thank God he made me a real n***a, amen sh** hell harder than life man Too… cold Been grindin so hard Years! Slow grindin Slow burnin Only for family