Oh lawd
Grandfather been on my mind
Like a motherf*cker
Lately a lot shit been changing
Gotta cope with it
Niggas be lying
To be honest they don't f*ck with me
They don't recognize the pain
I'm going through daily
But underestimate the ways
I'm out here getting paper
See I'm a grown ass man
Baby, no baby sitting
I be like f*ck that 9 to 5
But yet I need that paper
Been walking back and forth to work
Cause imma thug for it
Niggas been lazy
Tell the truth, I ain't got time for em
My generation inconsistent
Better yet inconvenient
How can I turn up
When I see they killing all my niggas
Locking up innocent people
Over a co-defendant
And lack of evidence nigga
This shits ridiculous
F*ck
Mothaf*ck the fedz
I ain't got love for em
Give me respect and naturally
I send it in return
And to them bridges like Usher baby
I let em burn
So if you quick to leave
I'm letting go, cause I ain't holding on
These niggas weak minded
It ain't hard to see
Better stack up in that gold
Cause paper money ain't shit
Better stop chasing that pussy
And take care of your kids
Cause you made 5 of em dawg
And you ain't doing shit
You should be ashamed
You got the luxury to be with your kids
But still impressing these bitches
And that don't make sense
So when you get old
And start noticing
They don't f*ck with you
Look up in the mirror
Cause you only have yourself to blame
Guillotine, off with his head
I'm on some king shit
I'm making sure they fed
And in the bed before 10
This my out of town trip
I'm chilling at my sister crib
And making plays out on the flip
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Oh lawd
Grandfather been on my mind
Like a motherf*cker
Lately a lot shit been changing
Gotta cope with it
Niggas be lying
To be honest they don't f*ck with me
They don't recognize the pain
I'm going through daily
But underestimate the ways
I'm out here getting paper
See I'm a grown ass man
Baby, no baby sitting
I be like f*ck that 9 to 5
But yet I need that paper
Been walking back and forth to work
Cause imma thug for it
Niggas been lazy
Tell the truth, I ain't got time for em
My generation inconsistent
Better yet inconvenient
How can I turn up
When I see they killing all my niggas
Locking up innocent people
Over a co-defendant
And lack of evidence nigga
This shits ridiculous
F*ck
Mothaf*ck the fedz
I ain't got love for em
Give me respect and naturally
I send it in return
And to them bridges like Usher baby
I let em burn
So if you quick to leave
I'm letting go, cause I ain't holding on
These niggas weak minded
It ain't hard to see
Better stack up in that gold
Cause paper money ain't shit
Better stop chasing that pussy
And take care of your kids
Cause you made 5 of em dawg
And you ain't doing shit
You should be ashamed
You got the luxury to be with your kids
But still impressing these bitches
And that don't make sense
So when you get old
And start noticing
They don't f*ck with you
Look up in the mirror
Cause you only have yourself to blame
Guillotine, off with his head
I'm on some king shit
I'm making sure they fed
And in the bed before 10
This my out of town trip
I'm chilling at my sister crib
And making plays out on the flip
Grandfather been on my mind
Like a motherf*cker
Lately a lot shit been changing
Gotta cope with it
Niggas be lying
To be honest they don't f*ck with me
They don't recognize the pain
I'm going through daily
But underestimate the ways
I'm out here getting paper
See I'm a grown ass man
Baby, no baby sitting
I be like f*ck that 9 to 5
But yet I need that paper
Been walking back and forth to work
Cause imma thug for it
Niggas been lazy
Tell the truth, I ain't got time for em
My generation inconsistent
Better yet inconvenient
How can I turn up
When I see they killing all my niggas
Locking up innocent people
Over a co-defendant
And lack of evidence nigga
This shits ridiculous
F*ck
Mothaf*ck the fedz
I ain't got love for em
Give me respect and naturally
I send it in return
And to them bridges like Usher baby
I let em burn
So if you quick to leave
I'm letting go, cause I ain't holding on
These niggas weak minded
It ain't hard to see
Better stack up in that gold
Cause paper money ain't shit
Better stop chasing that pussy
And take care of your kids
Cause you made 5 of em dawg
And you ain't doing shit
You should be ashamed
You got the luxury to be with your kids
But still impressing these bitches
And that don't make sense
So when you get old
And start noticing
They don't f*ck with you
Look up in the mirror
Cause you only have yourself to blame
Guillotine, off with his head
I'm on some king shit
I'm making sure they fed
And in the bed before 10
This my out of town trip
I'm chilling at my sister crib
And making plays out on the flip
Writer: Deondreke Douse
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