Trash Colony - My Mom Doesn't Like My Raps lyrics

[Verse 1: NiMRoD] Searching for a honey dip who ain't looking for money clips Cause I ain't got them That's why the clearance rack is what I'm rocking Just a couple nickles and a tattered bill down in my pocket When it comes to rapping I've been told to stop it Hold that thought and put it in your finger tips so I can knock it Jot a clever rhyme and rock it out the stadium Garage rapping never trapping Universal yo I'll probably have your parents clapping Asking what the hell happened to the kid I raised and taught to be the greatest he can Well sorry, but I'm down on my luck And while I try to tie these knots it just starts falling out of plan I gotta little group of people f**ing with the way I spit And that's all I could ask for Rhyming knocking at the back door Asking are you sure you wanna hear it? Cause while I'm spitting it my father's right behind me in spirit Had a shady record and he couldn't clear it So while he's doing time I'll have to carry on his legacy throughout my lyrics I'll spit a verse so I can put some money in my mom's purse That's what I'm gonna focus on first Cause recognition's not the mission Never been my ambition But rather that I prove to all the people's turned cheeks That my words combined with the raw beat will make you aw freak A teenage creep invested deep in my career I got these beats bumping back and forth between each one of my ears I hope that what I'm saying is clear