Dropped Babies

Lyrics

[Chorus] We drop babies, perusin' the block jaded A minute 'til mom call, a quarter 'til pops faded, uh It ain't nothin' you could tell me 'bout the world, bitch It ain't nothin' you could tell me 'bout the world, bitch We drop babies from raising they stock crazy A second 'til I'm on, a minute 'til I make it, uh It ain't nothin' you could tell me 'bout the world, bitch It ain't nothin' you could tell me 'bout the world, bitch [Verse 1] Whoever need to hear it, get the fuck up off my dick I been cavaliering, steering, no appearance for a grip Ain't no fake inside my heart and ain't no vacants in my clique Ain't no patience, did my part, and ain't no pacin', I'm on ten I feel adjacent with your favorites, matter fact, I know they scared I done introduced myself to legends who were so aware Pray they expedite my come-up like I'm real, this shit not fair And throwing Cuba Gooding punches in my room when no one there And shit is better late than ever, but the love is still belated But it's better paid than ever, so I guess it's worth the waitin' Picked the bar up from the sitter, fridge is full of all it's tracings Baby mama lookin' bitter, but she can't say I don't raise it I got problems, I should face 'em, but they pilin', it make no sense Yesterday my mama called me cryin' 'bout some more shit Said, "It's all gon' be okay, don't ever feel no way, just hold this" Mama, go 'head, take some racks, I promise I don't even notice That's some boss shit, still be on my bomb shit Movin' down the boulevard in somethin' so obnoxious I done opted to be left out the discussion for the most part Smokin' dozy in the Bay, we drunk and ridin' go-Karts My lady butt like folk art, my God, put a pep in my step I put the check on my cousin book and the rest on my neck Who the fuck want it next? Who else done rep like I rep? One day I rolled up off the bed and history did the rest, I said we [Chorus] We drop babies, perusin' the block jaded A minute 'til mom call, a quarter 'til pops faded, uh It ain't nothin' you could tell me 'bout the world, bitch It ain't nothin' you could tell me 'bout the world, bitch We drop babies from raising they stock crazy A second 'til I'm on, a minute 'til I make it, uh It ain't nothin' you could tell me 'bout the world, bitch It ain't nothin' you could tell me 'bout the world, bitch [Verse 2] My bitch is petty like all my crimes, you ready, then call my line Brought an ounce to the levy and got some steady head on the ride From the place that be on the pine where the tree good and the weather trash They Fleetwood with the pedal back 'cause the team good and the level pass You won't be good where you headed at, take a deep look at that bezel, pap' They got you, your friends is not your friends 'cause if they was they would've stopped you And sent Jude and your apostles, bring the brew, this shit get hostile Stanley Kubrick with the vision, sippin' liquor in a Roscoe's Like, damn, how the fuck we get here? Used to text lil' biddies and get a plan of they year And they week and they month, get no love, now shit weird 'Cause they slide out in droves when I'm home, was sincere Little apologies, I don't hear none of it Please don't be callin' me, permanent tunnel, bitch Fuck who they followin', fuck who they comin' with Quit all the stylin' shit, I'm really done with it, uh Everyone wonderin' how the boy did it Bitch, I'm just better, you can't admit it I'm bros with whoever, you can't be the shit And the score never level, you know that I'm with it So what it's gon' be? (Ha) You love me or hate me, just lend me a chance for the week (Ha) Was bummin' since babies and now I stay laced in the heat (Huh) Think I was dropped, that shit must have knocked some sense into me Repent and repeat, if it's for the takin', then I'm finna eat [Chorus] We drop babies, perusin' the block jaded A minute 'til mom call, a quarter 'til pops faded, uh It ain't nothin' you could tell me 'bout the world, bitch It ain't nothin' you could tell me 'bout the world, bitch We drop babies from raising they stock crazy A second 'til I'm on, a minute 'til I make it, uh It ain't nothin' you could tell me 'bout the world, bitch It ain't nothin' you could tell me 'bout the world, bitch