I was raised in a concrete box
Where they might watch you get busted open
Father's don't bother
Where these kids just might never see the ocean
Whiskey is how I'm coping
Makes me feel like Rambo
Daddy had a lean he used to like to tip his Kangol
But
Mama had a brand new bag tho
But me and mine dipped in rags tho
Dolce & Gabana
DG was GLD upon the handle
And
It swings
Back and forth
Lost it And brought dad to court
Was it for the child support
Or just to buy another
The source of her beauty
Without it she think we don't love her
Like a haircut
Like my Poppa used to like to watch them girls
Throwing dollars at their feet
Felt like he was champ of the world
They take that money raise their babies
Like it's diamonds and pearls
And
These days I'm hurling
The words
To make em purge on
They can learn on
I can learn on
The earth is turning
The tiki torches burning
And
I'm concerned with the world I'm in
I think it is
Blurring their vision tho
I'm painting a whole other visual
Where the Hatred is invisible
Right along with these bills yo
Mama had a brand new bag tho
My sister had the GLD bangles
Made them forget they in shambles
All I wanted was a GLD chain
You know something pretty I could dangle
And it swings back forth
Shiny and It hangs low
GLD watch GLD rings
I promise I'd be thankful
I see it a whole different angle
There is just no
Bankroll
Its pitiful
I feel like a broke individual
Strange but
I think that it's funny man
Cuz we just do not have the money man
I stay in place like the running man
Same shit
Brand new day
I can see it thru these GLD frames
And GangGang
Got platinum teeth
Made them feel like they were running the street
At the top and everybody beneath
At the pinnacle where no one can reach
I had holes in my cleats
Got no money
Ain't got nothing to eat
Selling things that make me run from police
It seems like
All they want is my defeat
My people
We kill our own and then we reload and repeat
Typical shit that you heard of
My story ain't that unique
Most of my friends are deceased
Please... Please, Please
Now I'm
On the block
I heard the shots
And oh my god
I think that I am leaking
I heard them sirens screaming murder was on the weekend
Everybody was weeping
They don't want me to leave them
But Mama had a brand new bag tho
But me and mine dipped in rags tho
Dolce & Gabana
DG was GLD on the handle
And it swings back and forth
Lost it and brought Dad to court
Was it for the child support or just to buy another.