Unemployed

You ain't shit. You're just like your daddy You don't do shit, and you never gonna amount to shit Who you talkin' bout, who the fuck want smoke? I been with the gangstas from the time I spoke Welcome to my universe, food stamps EBT Just to make a couple dollars I made some deliveries Blue rags coming out the Cadillac I'm trying to get my life together I don't see why Roaches crawling out the cereal And they don't ever run and hide What's the dilly-o? My mother said muthafucker don't you complain If you wanna get it popping, get a job today She started screaming, yelling you a fucking bum Go get an application, are you fucking dumb? Momma I been trying but nobody calls mе back I even got jumped on thе bus in fact Some gangstas on a bus said, homie where you from? Then before I knew it momma I was getting rushed White-tees, black chucks I was in the hood Momma telling me I was up to no good White-tees, black chucks I was in the hood Momma telling me I was up to no good (Huh) Momma telling me I was up to no good (What) Momma telling me I was up to no good Moms guess what I got a job finally She smiled like, who the fuck would hire me Then she said Alex don't fucking lie to me Where you been all day, this ain't the type of shit I need Moms listen to me, please hear me out I know you tired of me, lounging on the couch My armpits and my hands got real sweaty I said don't get mad, momma please don't you worry I'm working with my friend, down the street his name is Will He said that I could work for him and maybe work some deals She said, what kind of deals?, I said it pays the bills She walked in to my room and found the drugs and dollar bills Momma ain't speaking to me, now I'm living on my own Microwaving noodles pizza from a day ago I left a voicemail, missed calls back to back Sorry I let you down but momma I'm back to rap Sorry I let you down but momma I'm back to rap White-tees, black chucks I was in the hood Momma telling me I was up to no good