Fetus (feat. Injury Reserve)

Yeah Woo Yeah-yeah Uh-uh, uh-uh Working dead-end jobs 'til my girl off Me and my baby broke so we don't know what condoms are The chains my mama gave me clinkin' like they Dorothy dog I hope my seed don't inherit my dad's cholesterol I'm protective 'cause this world has got a evil will They givin' guns with every motherfuckin' happy meal A shooter every month and they pretend it's daffodils My son'll probably see that fire before a fire drill We fell in love and lit a flame before the tinder came Back when T.I., "Bring Em Out" and 50 fuck with Game We was a unit, somethin' special, life was super bliss You shook your iced coffees like they was Shakira's hips Ya dig I-I-I want it, but she-she-she callin' She want to get on it, I tell her I'm on one Said, "We could have a baby, baby girl" But what kinda nigga am I if I bring 'em in this world? I-I-I want it, but she-she-she callin' She want to get on it, I tell her I'm on one Said, "We could have a baby, baby girl" But what kinda nigga am I if I bring 'em in this world? To my future daughter or son The streams from this album gon' pay for your college funds (Limbo) The circle of life could make a man feel like the one Just know that you on purpose, it's never just hit and run, look She said she might've missed her period But my mind is somewhere else and I'm in sixth period You know, 17 and delirious Thinkin' we independent on that scared of our parents shit See plan B really gotta be Plan B Shit, maybe C, D, E, this is my damn seed, yeah We paid cash, rip up the damn receipt 'Cause mama got my account, that shit she can't see Either time's flyin' or my mind is playin' tricks Can't believe my baby girl's already turnin' six Pray you nothin' like your daddy, stay away from drugs Hope I can be half the father that my mama was Yeah, hope I can be half the father that the Mamba was But now I'm kinda stuck 'cause what I'm chasin's so possessful 'Cause Adam, yeah, Adam talkin' college funds Shit, and I don't know if I'll have enough 'Cause, man, this game is inconsistent Yeah, ain't nothin' promised And a bi-weekly paycheck sound perfect for my wallet At what point you hang the gloves up and put your towel on? Yeah, have I been wrong? Yeah, yeah I-I-I want it, but she-she-she callin' She want to get on it, I tell her I'm on one Said, "We could have a baby, baby girl" But what kinda nigga am I if I bring 'em in this world? I-I-I want it, but she-she-she callin' She want to get on it, I tell her I'm on one Said, "We could have a baby, baby girl" But what kinda nigga am I if I bring 'em in this world? I think we are just so used to life not being valued That we think wasting it on kindness is a bad idea You should be gettin' money You should be fuckin' hoes Drive fast cars And then you realize that you, sometimes, you get those things And now you're just a nigga with those things You know it's like, wha-what's next? And it's like, well I never tried a grapefruit by itself And now you're just a nigga peelin', like, eatin' a grapefruit And you're like, "This is nice" With sugar in it and you're like, "Why is this nicer than my Ferrari?"