Sick of It

All these problems yuh i'm sick of it
We get the pack then we getting rid of it
We sipping hi-tech there's no more activist
My momma hate it when i'm smoking cannabis
We get the bag and flip it
We scale it up and then we shipping it
We get the money and then we stacking it
My momma always looking through my shit
I'm sick of it, of happening
My momma said that i wouldn't be shit
But momma these where my decisions
This is true this is not no fiction
The weed and the stash we used to hide
I changed my decisions, but not inside
Momma at least be happy that i'm still alive
I know the shit i do every time makes you cry
The shit i do and you wondering i have to lie
Yuh i know that the lies i tell hurts inside
I'm sorry but the shit i do, i have to hide
I know we doing bad things but i swear we gon be fine
I know we doing bad things but, that's just the grind
We see 12 and the fence, we gon climb
I know we gon make it but momma just give me time
I promised that one day we would all fucking shine

All these problems, yeah i'm sick of it
Speaking on my name but you don't know me a bit
Sometimes i just sit back, and i reminisce
Remember all them times i gave you compliments
I'm not here for no discussion
Bitch you know my niggas clutching
Mama's food yeah it be busting, I don't wanna do no cuffing
Cuz i know that she be fucking, Baby i come up from nothing
And you know how we be coming, Made him cry he smelled an onion
I took my lifestyle put it in repeat
Re watched my wrongs and all of the mistreat
Don't know why he switched up, that's a mystery
We all got our own grind bitch we gotta eat
Mostly when you coming up you wont get no sleep
Just listen to your consciousness it is not that deep
They really not there for you why is it u can't see
Seen so much betrayal man i'm in disbelief