Break Even

[Verse 1: Natti] Arrives alive, feet first, momma's little burden Who grows to lust lavish living like daddy's little version But the cops pop Pops on his grind from poor to riches So a shackled man stands to name his first son Richard [Tripp Doogan] Young, [not] realizing why, but he despises his daddy's lies His sister, Karma, look just like his momma with daddy's eyes He sit in apartment looking out the window with daddy's ride His childhood passing by; he's growing too fast to cry [Natti] Too old to be told stories of knights in shining armor That big sis, Destiny, recited nightly to him and Karma Opposite bedtime, heard street tales of Papa's fed time Rolling stone with skull and bones tatted across his neckline [Tripp Doogan] He learned to throw rags and load mags before he could read His momma spending her rent on Boy when there ain't nothing to eat Tracking her arm up and turning cheap tricks for bumps And he been checking the same empty refrigerator for months [Hook] Fast forward in time (We are) searching for reason (But we know) ain't no way to rewind So we spend that time just trying to break even [Verse 2: Natti] Watching momma's body wither and hunger pains in his sister From a teen to a king he stuck up his momma's mister No more peddling poison for profit off in this household Took Papa's strap and tap momma's dealer until he was out cold [Tripp Doogan] Whatever it takes, he does it dedicated to his sister and mother Learning the game by bagging zips with his cousin Keeping the fridge full now, well he got dollars by the fistful A car with a system and a yard full of pit-bulls [Natti] King Rich the rich king who's ride sits on things And those who owe dough feel blows with gold rings And momma raise Karma with Destiny right on her arm In a project palace founded by violence, but far from harm [Tripp Doogan] Ignoring his daddy's letters, but his sisters anticipate The visitation day, but he's just focused on getting paid He barely ever home, growing up alone He had to rehabilitate his mom, keep his sisters from whoring [Hook] [Verse 3: Natti] Now Rich is feeling himself, not concealing his wealth And his cousin's loving his product and improvidence felt He's crying for help, but Rich told him tighten his belt And then Rich ditched his cousin, put his life on the shelf [Tripp Doogan] He went from hustling to feed those in need to greed And neglecting his cousin's progress, police is pleased Cause he helping to crucify Rich with times and dates Names and states on license plates of cars supplying the weight [Natti] So Rich got his niggas out pitching on the curbs While his cousin with the law, jaw singing like the birds Said if he take the stand they plan to send him to the burb So he pitched Rich to the Dixon, sent them to the birds [Tripp Doogan] Cased him, replaced his bracelet with cuffs and chains A fucking chain he flushed so much he plugged the drain Leaving his sisters and his mother with nothing but more problems And his new cell mate is his 50 year old father [Hook]