Young Simba

Boutta get a lil super lyrical on em
Yea... I don't think they ready
It's just the warm up aye

Was a bummy lil nigga
But that was back then
No my pockets getting bigger
I can't call you my friend

Finger itching on the trigger
How I hold the FN
Cuz I'm busting at a sucka
If he run up again

Ain't no disrespect
I don't mean to offend
But your bars sub par
Lemme take it to ten

Tiger woods in ya hood
See me getting to green
And I gotta pull the iron
If you try and intervene

Yea the money feel good
I just do it for my team
And I do it for my moms
Ain't nothing come between

I would do it for pops
But he ain't do it for me
4 years old wrote a letter
And he neva wrote back

Heart cold onto better
But I can't forget that
Only goal get the cheddar
And I never looked back

Left a hole in my soul
Was it I something I lack?
Honor roll reaching goals
Was my dad just wack?

Never had the answers
I ain't into second chances
No child support
But he had Gucci glasses

Is those prescription?
If not have you seen your son?
No fiction he really out
Getting it done

You are his affliction
That's why he's flicking the blunts
So he could ease the pain
And get out his brain

That's your young Simba
Came up like Jermaine
Cause his mom single
And he got a real good brain

And he looked at you
In the mirror like Dwayne
Carter
His mother say he act just like his father

It's a tough reminder
But it made it the youngin' go harder
No Wakanda
Any challenger he would slaughter

Like a diamond in the dirt
Better look but you missing
The boy stay on mission
His dad got nothing to pitch in

No birthday call
Might as well have sent pigeon
Say he going to a game
Oh bet but then he didn't

All these broken promises
That he cannot put together
Way to plant a seed
But he missing all his treasure

The boy need his father
Like a plane need propellers
Now he looking at the world around him
And he getting jealous

So he hanging out late
With the goodfellas
They wasn't good fellas
But they good lettuce

The homies actin wild
Screamin'
There's nothing you tell us
A little overzealous

Had a run in with the law
Hitting Simba with possession
Now he gotta go to court
That's a thousand dollars for the Reggie that he bought

Strike on his record
Tough lesson to be taught
But it coulda been easier
This is just a thought

Simba coulda been
With his father
From the start
Mufasa coulda played a real major major part

In his sons life
Coulda softened up his heart
But now it's too late
Ain't no second take

The pain is too great
The son harvested hate
You could only Hope he don't adopt the trait
From his father

To simply not communicate
Or apologize
Or be telling lies
To his wife and his kids

He need good traits
The unwavering faith
And the need to be great
He gotta break the cycle

He gotta be the man
That he always needed
Gotta have a plan
And see the thing completed

He gotta show his love
Until his heart depleted
So that his gonna feel it
And then go on to repeat it

The problem can't go untreated
Toxicity get deleted
Ain't shit niggas just beat it
Before I gotta get heated