In My Genes

My mom's Irish, my dad's Algerian

I got terrorism all in my genes

I came off on the block, where you rather sell rock

Said they have me in a box

Put a hole in my tees

I didn't wanna be nuttin'

All I wanted was peace

And to chill with some Gs

Livin' 100 degrees

Grindin' winters are hot

And a summer just breeze

Early morning and she clock you for beans

Ain't no crumpets and tea

A 30 sign for free

The streets don't love you

The streets don't love me

I don't crack or weed

I can't laugh, can't sleep

Certain times if I did, I smoke about 3 spiffs

Thinkin' 'bout this fur, you don't need this

Who's gonna be there for my children when I'm gone?

And it's a cold dirty world, I bet shit just carries on

I need to be there for my sis

Man, the list just carries on

Hood laugh, new day, same shit

Same beef, same done, same strip

Fuck beef, yeah, I've got weigh this

Fuck lacking, G, I don't play this

Who the fuck leaves a battle with a brick?

Tap a ****, leave his money with a bitch

I'm on the M way bangin' money with my bitch

I'm runnin' shit  and all the run is legs and licks

I got goons that don't rap and every week they're droppin' shit

Out here, you get wrapped up with blitz out here

You a big man, yeah

Lemme see 'em  money made

I'm a wig man there, I bet the gang never miss, man bares

Gone for 1-2 years

Not for the next 28

Give you some old school prayers

Yeah, I used to sell crack

And go school there

Mommy raised no fool here