Kick Me Out
If I fuck up again my momma gone kick me out
If I fuck up again my momma gone kick me out
When you're born in the streets, gotta find a way to eat, so you learn how to hustle
Man if I fuck again my momma gone kick me out
Growing up like I did, you had to fight to get ahead
Even if it was just you & your cousins scraping for beds
It was hard to be a kid when the death rate was 30
& your biggest role model, Pac playin' Birdie
Most young girls looking twice their ages
Police don't protect they just lock us in cages
They don't care about us just government bucks
I passed every year with D's cause teachers don't give a fuck
My momma kept me in the church to feed the spirit with the Bible
My flesh wanted flesh an older woman turned me primal
Now a lost pup out craving for blood
Only niggas with the cash had the power of love
I decided that day that's the life that I wanted
king of the hill, man show me, my opponents
Old man looked at me like you got it mixed up
This is kill or be killed then he reached for his gun
If I fuck up again my momma gone kick me out
If I fuck up again my momma gone kick me out
When you're born in the streets, gotta find a way to eat, so you learn how to hustle
Man if I fuck again my momma gone kick me out
I'm just tryna live right you know, make my money double
But it seems like everything could lead ya boi into some trouble
They say that life is a jungle, well I'd rather be Khan
Cause the sheer mentioning of others, got me clawing from palms
Please don't ask me what's wrong, like your gonna really listen
Why my brain is in detention, or my feelings never mentioned
People never pay attention, until your mad & start to trippin'
Past the point of all prevention, cause they lack comprehension
So keep it real, there's no need to be fake
& just cause you're woke, doesn't mean your awake
Gotta give it your all, don't get stuck in the praise
Cause even if your race doesn't mean you will place
Momma always told me, baby be you
Melodies are all I need, just to get me through
As an artist, others might just find me rude
Cause I'm a little sensitive, like Ms. Badu
If I fuck up again my momma gone kick me out
If I fuck up again my momma gone kick me out
When you're born in the streets, gotta find a way to eat, so you learn how to hustle
Man if I fuck again my momma gone kick me out
If I fuck up again my momma gone kick me out
When you're born in the streets, gotta find a way to eat, so you learn how to hustle
Man if I fuck again my momma gone kick me out
Growing up like I did, you had to fight to get ahead
Even if it was just you & your cousins scraping for beds
It was hard to be a kid when the death rate was 30
& your biggest role model, Pac playin' Birdie
Most young girls looking twice their ages
Police don't protect they just lock us in cages
They don't care about us just government bucks
I passed every year with D's cause teachers don't give a fuck
My momma kept me in the church to feed the spirit with the Bible
My flesh wanted flesh an older woman turned me primal
Now a lost pup out craving for blood
Only niggas with the cash had the power of love
I decided that day that's the life that I wanted
king of the hill, man show me, my opponents
Old man looked at me like you got it mixed up
This is kill or be killed then he reached for his gun
If I fuck up again my momma gone kick me out
If I fuck up again my momma gone kick me out
When you're born in the streets, gotta find a way to eat, so you learn how to hustle
Man if I fuck again my momma gone kick me out
I'm just tryna live right you know, make my money double
But it seems like everything could lead ya boi into some trouble
They say that life is a jungle, well I'd rather be Khan
Cause the sheer mentioning of others, got me clawing from palms
Please don't ask me what's wrong, like your gonna really listen
Why my brain is in detention, or my feelings never mentioned
People never pay attention, until your mad & start to trippin'
Past the point of all prevention, cause they lack comprehension
So keep it real, there's no need to be fake
& just cause you're woke, doesn't mean your awake
Gotta give it your all, don't get stuck in the praise
Cause even if your race doesn't mean you will place
Momma always told me, baby be you
Melodies are all I need, just to get me through
As an artist, others might just find me rude
Cause I'm a little sensitive, like Ms. Badu
If I fuck up again my momma gone kick me out
If I fuck up again my momma gone kick me out
When you're born in the streets, gotta find a way to eat, so you learn how to hustle
Man if I fuck again my momma gone kick me out
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Writer(s): Darwin Harris Jr
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