Part III

[Hook]

My momma see my page, said baby you a winner

Now at this tender age, Lord knows that I'm finna

I'm dealing with this rage, and abortions got me pent up

We could all die tonight, Lord knows that I'm

[Verse 1]

Look, Lord forgive me for all my bad decisions

My pot of gold was never hidden underground, it was packed in a bowl

With a woman by my side, couple snacks from the store

Perfecting every line, shit was left from the floor

My momma tell me "Get a job," but employment ain't employing us

Not with my record, right stage exit

Momma, I'm a king, but they pay me peasant

He tell me that I'm fired and he say it so pleasant

The hood under fire, local news not present

They focused on Trayvon, and they focused on the President

I guess it's unimportant in my residence

See they never say they love you in the present tense

I think I'm quitting school, I'mma be in debt

And work fast food, shit I'm sorry I ain't made it yet

[Hook]

My momma see my page, said baby you a winner

Now at this tender age, Lord knows that I'm finna

I'm dealing with this rage, and abortions got me pent up

We could all die tonight, Lord knows that I'm

[Interlude]

I try to, I try to talk 'bout my problems, but that shit don't ever...

Don't never fucking come out right... don't never fucking...

Don't never fucking come out right when I try to

[Verse 2]

Ay, what's suicide from the top of the swing set?

Maybe I could fly but I ain't got my wings yet

They tell me, "Get a job, nigga grow up, the bills still piled

They don't care if you don't blow up, you dropping out of college, huh

You unemployed so I know you spitting polished, huh

You the first born, how you still your momma problem child?

Britney was a bitch, she always said that you was selfish

So go and buy your bitch, that's how you do it when you wealthy"

Oh, chlamydia, I thought you said that you was healthy

I'm tryna make it big, God, they said that you would help me

Say it so selfless yet pray it so selfish

I'm scared to go to Hell, smoke it to the peace

Piece landed me in jail, movies with a bitch

Bitch pregnant as hell, I was happier in jail

[Outro]

Devil on my shoulders, tell me no, I shouldn't get it

I probably made a baby off in that Honda Civic

After I dropped my baby off in that Honda Civic

I probably should repeat it, I know you didn't get it