What Ya Gon Do?

Mama asked what ya gon do for a living
Be like them niggas that's scamming and stealing
Or like yo cousins that's blamming and drilling
Or you go to school like a regular civilian and make you a living
I'm tryna rap it and make me a million

I never pictured the norm
Since I was born pictured the whips and the foreigns
Making my wrist look like corn so diamonds yella
I gotta grind forever
I got my mind on tesla
Like it or not I'ma get me a knot like we talking shoelaces when tied together

Nigga I'm dying irregular
I cannot live it so average
Bury me horse and a carriage
I separated from problems got married to commas
I'm talkin divorce and a marriage
Money ain't right so of course you embarrassed
Look at the ceiling I'm thinking and staring
Thinkin like Jay put my niggas in Paris
Giving my brothers some shit to inherit
Making them zeros repeat like a parrot
Diamonds on diamonds and carrots on carrots
Boy I done fell then rose like Derrick
Money not far and my goals right near it

Mama asked what you gon do after college
Boa ya too smart to be wasting ya knowledge
Mama I'm searching for fame and the fortune
So i hit the booth and I'm flaming and scorching
Worried bout niggas who banging and torching that might kill ya baby it ain't an abortion
Married the game and I can't just divorce it
I'm blazing and trailing like Dame up in Portland

Mama asked son you gon get a degree
Living ain't free baby business ain't cheap
Game be bought so the game not taught so I hit em up til the game the distraught
Rap in the lock til my back in a box
Til this shit poppin up like a jack in the box it
It ain't shit that I dread like sum African locks
When I get the blueprint imagine the plot

My mama asked what ya gon do for a living
What ya gon do for a living
My mama asked what ya gon do for a living