One

Tap in with my rappin'
Slappin a beat like a mad pimp
Mad at the world
Cuz i never had shit

Mad at a girl
Cuz she dont know her kids

All this rap shit
Got me lookin' at my life
All the math hits
Different when you livin' nice
All a sudden
Everything you eatin large sized
All a sudden
Everybody else small fry

You at the mall buyin
Everything you didnt have
When you was young
Cuz yo mamma didnt have the bag

Now my mamma sittin nice with an in ground
Death took her man but satan gave the handout

I'm a man now
I got a family
And rather be a dad
Than a man with his hands down

A masterpiece is what i'm after
When i rap now
Nothin less is
What i'm givin'
I wont tap out

Tell me what do you want from me?
I just wanna chase my dreams
I just wanna live my life
I just wanna smoke my weed

I make songs for these kids
Growin up with nothin'
And raise mine To be thankful
Of where we come from

Homie got a gun tryna be a thug now
He said someone in the hood got a 40 cal

Wild west in the streets when the sun down
They Crept up with a tec he got gunned down

Soft white and they said it was clean
But i know they cut it with some methamphetamines

God damn this a cold world when you really break it down

Hot shot now her mama livin in a cloud

Shell prolly get a tear drop for the life lost
Me? Ill just pour some liquer to the vybe dawg

Life in the fast lane
Bound to catch up
Red pill blue pill
Bout had enough

He took his life
Because he felt
He wasnt loved
Kinda fucked up
The shooter
Was his own son

We rollup to the memories
And screenprint faces
On our t's
Next to rest in peace

Best believe this lifestyle
Get the best of me
I'm just out here
Tryna dial in the recipe



Credits
Writer(s): Jesse Bennett
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