Man of the House

[Verse 1] 10/21, day after I turned 21 First LP, album released, again it begun For the kid without a lid on his tongue Who took a shit on the drums and slid out the slums Ultimately I had an ultimatum Smuggle drugs or become someone famous Truth, I put in work in the booth Way before Hannah saw her first tooth and poof I blew up fo' both of us grew up I tell ya times was rougher than nubuck, leather Somehow I knew it wouldn't stay that way forever Long as I showed effort How could I possible say I'm good Especially when my mama still in the hood My father is unemployed Despite the lack of dollars they're proud of their little boy I doubt it would fill the void, in everybody's pockets You'd probably get annoyed That wasn't what I rapped for First tour, Rav-4 Grabbed my baggage and I was off Traveling abroad, had to see it all Berlin wall, Taj Mahal Felt I knew how to run 'for I knew how to crawl Had a burden on my back, the planet on my shoulder And one simple task, all I had to do was hold it [Hook] And I grow, and I grow, and I grow To be the man of the house now baby To be the man of the house now baby And we grow, and we grow, and we grow, and we grow To be the men of the house now baby To be the men of the house now baby [Verse 2] Word to Madonna My pops had never preached, furthest thing from the street He'd stay in, discreet When he wasn't in the pen he was tryin' diss police Tryna get a piece of pussy instead of tryna visit me Damn, what a fatherly figure When we met, I was 15 and I hardly remember Bitter, I was, admit, a tad bit Spent 15 years wondering where dad went, fuck Then a year, again he would disappear Little did I know I had a little sister near A few brothers that I never met The world on my shoulders, only thing the nigga ever left Dad you never made it home How'd you make it to my pad? And why am I paying for your cab? I couldn't figure it out Even as a young boy I was the man of the house So, fuck [Hook] [Verse 3] I guess I haven't blew up yet According to your definition of success I should be dicking a model Driving a Bugatti instead of whipping in Tahoe I know, I deserve a bigger amount Counting every penny, cause every penny counts Even when I made dollars it ain't make sense Another journey for the journalist And here we go [Hook] (x2)