Afeni
Crackers storm the capitol like Mussolini
Caught up in the rat race fettuccine
Try to be there whenever you need me
Pray my daughter strong one day like Afeni
Crackers storm the capitol like Mussolini
Just another rat race Fettucine
Try to be there whenever you need me
Pray my daughter strong one day like Afeni
Sip Moët reflect on my latest check
Feel my daughter's tears running down my neck
So I must inspect like my niggas deck
Everyday reminders skin tone is a threat
Streets drying up next hustle tech
Streets and hard times got you feeling vexed
No self-esteem So he got a flex
Praying up to god trying break a hex
We missed a couple hugs momma ain't caresses
Had to make a way find our own finesse
Money and guns but the game is chess
Approach the mic like a keynote address
Lot on my mind but I still progress
Ain't no rehearsal this a full dress
Got a ball out leaving no regrets
Rocking jays making thousand-dollar plays
Navigate the maze sunshine and pain
Fuck living off meager or minor wage
Aint never been a coon or a nigga slave
In these times resorting to whatever pays and we praise riches
And we lust for fame fed us drugs and dreams
Just to stay sane got a keep a shootie
Like I'm Kurt Cobain if you always take
Tell me what remains
Caught up in the rat race fettuccine
Try to be there whenever you need me
Pray my daughter strong one day like Afeni
Crackers storm the capitol like Mussolini
Just another rat race Fettucine
Try to be there whenever you need me
Pray my daughter strong one day like Afeni
Sip Moët reflect on my latest check
Feel my daughter's tears running down my neck
So I must inspect like my niggas deck
Everyday reminders skin tone is a threat
Streets drying up next hustle tech
Streets and hard times got you feeling vexed
No self-esteem So he got a flex
Praying up to god trying break a hex
We missed a couple hugs momma ain't caresses
Had to make a way find our own finesse
Money and guns but the game is chess
Approach the mic like a keynote address
Lot on my mind but I still progress
Ain't no rehearsal this a full dress
Got a ball out leaving no regrets
Rocking jays making thousand-dollar plays
Navigate the maze sunshine and pain
Fuck living off meager or minor wage
Aint never been a coon or a nigga slave
In these times resorting to whatever pays and we praise riches
And we lust for fame fed us drugs and dreams
Just to stay sane got a keep a shootie
Like I'm Kurt Cobain if you always take
Tell me what remains
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Writer(s): J. Jefferson
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