Parents

[Chorus]

Your momma ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit

And then you realize that life is a bitch

With a dirty white tee and some dirty ass kicks

And you got no money, so you can't feed the jit

Your momma ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit

And then you realize that life is a bitch

Got no education, so you got to be the chick

That strip for a living 'cause you gotta pay the rent

[Verse 1]

Pity, pity, pity—first you showing off them titties

Letting niggas lick the clittie to a flower or some witty comment

Witty, now you shitty with those saggy tig ol' bitties

And a flabby old ass, trying to look like Ms. Nicki

Picky, 'cause I say you look like Ms. Piggy

It's a damn shame that we the same pigment

First you act like Bobby, now you look like Whitney

If a nigga know the chorus then please say it with me

[Chorus]

Your momma ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit

And then you realize that life is a bitch

With a dirty white tee and some dirty ass kicks

And you got no money, so you can't feed the jit

Your momma ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit

And then you realize that life is a bitch

Got no education, so you got to be the chick

That strip for a living 'cause you gotta pay the rent

[Verse 2]

Nigga, nigga, nigga—let a nigga level with ya

How the hell you gon' be broke and always be the bigger spender?

Stories sweeter than the Splenda that was thrown inside the blender

So you wanna get crunk while you mix it with the liquor

Nigga, people like you, I don't get ya

Claimin' you a baller but your momma living with ya

Better look inside the picture, 'cause you ain't getting richer

Now it's hard to see his son 'cause the momma took him with her

[Chorus]

Your momma ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit

And then you realize that life is a bitch

With a dirty white tee and some dirty ass kicks

And you got no money, so you can't feed the jit

Your momma ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit

And then you realize that life is a bitch

Got no education, so you got to be the chick

That strip for a living 'cause you gotta pay the rent

[Verse 3]

Let 'em do whatever; it's whatever, they endeavor

From the streets to the clubs, to the guns, to the cheddar

Till you get a phone call, email, or a letter

That your jit locked up or he dead on the stretcher

Better parenting is the main pressure

Your daughter got kids but wasn't taught about pleasure

Your kids are the treasure, the love you couldn't measure

Will end up in the hole if you don't get it together