What's the Word

Look
Two buck chuck then I'm high off the gas
Fuck two bad sluts then I puff and I pass
Got her cake up high and her head on the dash
Grind the weed and roll the wood on the cheek of her ass
(On the cheek of her ass)
On the cheek of her ass
I guess life's been well
Been geeked if you asked
Been thinking of the girls that I was fucking with last
But all them hoe hoes are just a thing of the past
And I will never kiss and tell about the things of the past
Cause I rather be in hell than to be in the past
Gave her back shots had her skipping her class
Claw marks on my back think that hoe Niecy Nash
She a little clueless like Stacy Dash
A nigga didn't think to ask

Cause lately I been dreaming, I've been all up in my head
Been penny pinching meals to get closer to the bread
I've seen what you did for others, when's it gon be me instead
Just called my mama up and she said
Go get back to work back to work
You gotta put in some much passion in each verse
You gotta graduate from college and break the curse
So you know what's the word
So you know what the word

My minds been racing tryna move on to the bigger dreams
It's crazy how the money taught me money isn't everything
And when it comes time women man a little bit is everything
But she be only worried bout purses I purchase
How much I make off my verses
Eventually I'll cut her off I mean gotta stay focused
I mean I'm Way too determined
To the music
I gotta do it for myself I mean I gotta just do it
Can never lose it
I mean its bout that time
Can someone please get the wagon
To carry these dead rappers
The ones that claim that they trappers
They really Cruises and Jackson's feels like I'm dealing with actors
I'm really tryna contain myself cause my grandma is baptist
And probably have a heart attack if I spazzed you rappers ten minutes
Then again I'd probably go to the Guinness for fucking being the realist
We are the best that done did it
Phresh knows but he wont admit it
Cause it's fuck up the clientele you know I'm telling the truth
Sound like y'all turn on instrumentals and then read Dr.Seuss
That's why I feel like Charles Darwin when I enter the booth
I be evolving ain't no way to say this shit ain't my calling
(And my mom asked me, Trey what do you wanna do)
When I spit my realest shit it's crazy everyone get quiet boy
Preaching to the church but only getting to the choir boy
(And I ain't even told her about the music yet, So I'm just like ma give me time please)
When I spit my realest shit it's crazy everyone get quiet boy
Preaching to the church but only getting to the choir boy

That's why I gotta get everything that I desire boy
I ain't drop out of college but the money through the wire boy
Everybody home looking at me like that's our boy
Who knew the hardest tape would be coming from a choir boy
Mama taught me well and provided what she could
Pops love for the family was often misunderstood
A bunch of kicking and screaming
House full of abusive demons
Dipped without words on my birthday
We was just plotting and scheming
I mean it gotta be reasons why every nigga was made
Couple gals done switched up, I bet they wished they had stayed
I was the derailed from my route
Feel like I often was frayed
Knew my purpose in life
But I was way too afraid
But now I'm taking the risk
And all the prices are paid
And God gon make sure I'm gifted
With everything that I prayed

Cause lately I been dreaming, I've been all up in my head
Been penny pinching meals to get closer to the bread
I've seen what you did for others, when's it gon be me instead
Just called my mama up and she said
Go get back to work back to work
You gotta put in some much passion in each verse
You gotta graduate from college and break the curse
So you know what's the word
So you know what the word