Hereditary

Woke up this morning
Not in a rush to get up
We need diapers
Formula, Wipes and
Some zip-loc bags for the drugs
I don't do this shit for my health
I been doin this shit for us
But my baby mama stay Bitchin
Bout how I need to give up
Say she scared of us gettin robbed
Need to get me a normal job
But this shit is hereditary
Not wishing this on my son
But if i was to die today and don't get us outta the slums
Look It's only so many options
So this is what he'll become
I'm the plug na
Joints go for the low if I fuck witcha
Wassup n...

"Hello... yea I need to make a dinner reservation for 56 tomorrow for 8 o'clock"

Sorry you have the wrong number

That's the call I been waitin for
Speaking in code shit What kind of fool do you take me for
Na I met bout 2 months ago
In a gaming store
Say he needed 2 oz's
I hung up quick na say no more
I'm on the way...
Thing about it, he too awkward, ion trust him
Not accustomed to him ask for this much so something's up
He would usually get a gram or a 3.5 to roll up
I know based off of the job he got barely making enough for lunch
So guess what na, pulled up to his house
And I'm cautious, and just as he promised he'd be outside with no one around him
I put it in park & then hopped out with the strap in my pocket
He asked if I wanted some water or a snack out the house
But shit I denied it and got straight to the business
Said I had brought what he wanted
Show me the money I'll get it
He grabbed his Wallet went in it, pulled out exactly 5 Benjamins
Told him to stay put right there
And that I'd be back in a minute
To my surprise Made the exchange
So now it's back to the crib and man that was risky but fuck it shit
We been late On the rent and shit while I'm driving I noticed a Honda Civic
With tented windows was goin bout 60
Got off the same exit with me
I hit a right, they hit a right
I hit a left they hit a left
I hit another right. shit. we comin up to a light
They rollin down every window
A bunch of nas inside
One stuck his body out the car
Let it rip from the other side
There goes my life...

Woke up this morning
Not in a rush to get up
My ole lady 7 months pregnant
My mama saw what I put in the shoe box under my bed
But I'm doin this shit for us
Look it's only so many options
And this is what I've become
I'm the plug na
Blunts go for the low if I fuck with ya
My lady don't feel safe cuz she in love with a drug dealer
She has every reason shit ain't the way that it was
Shit I could Get shot up like my father by some wanna be thug nas
I wish I was bashful
I Wish I wasn't always in some shit
Wish I could be more like Matthew
That's my brother
When me and mama had nothin
His people really showed love
Not related in any way but I'm quick to tell you that's blood
So I hit him up

"Hello"

Wassup na
Pulled up to his house without caution
And just as he promised he'd be outside
Just walking his dog and
I put it in park and then hoped out wit the strap in my pocket
He asked if I wanted some water or a snack out the house
But shit I denied it and got straight to the business
I told him nas been after me
Don't say shit Bruh just listen
About a week ago i and was running wit Chico on missions
And saw some shit I wasn't Spose to see
Now they wanna kill me
So Ima give you this phone...
If it rings that means that I'm gone
Tell my mama I love her and tell my girl to be strong
I purposely ran her off so she wouldn't be in our home
When these nas run in to kill me
& leave all my brains on the wall
Shoulda tol me it'd be this hard
Shoulda got me a normal job
But this shit is hereditary
Not wishing this on my son
But if u don't continue rappin & get us outta the slums
Look It's only so many options
So this is what he'll become
I'm the plug na...



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Writer(s): Matthew Paige
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