So Far, So Far

[Verse 1] My baby mama's ungrateful, she says I’m fucking up While she’s staying in my house, not paying a buck Working a dead-end job, minimum waging and such But going out on the weekends, shaking her stuff While I’m out here in these streets for the sake of my son I don’t wanna shoot no one but I’m taking my gun In the middle of transition Coming from kilograms standing in the trap whipping Then going to the currency exchange counter with bad bitches Like how much cash for a dozen? Really that pimping? So, so called family and friends, see me stack riches And all they think is how can it benefit them Well, they’re indifferent But I’m wise enough to know this fast money don’t stay So if I stop putting in work it’ll all go away But if I invest my resources and my time In a fully legitimate grind I can pass all down to this kid of mine [Hook x2] When I was a little boy I had big dreams Big house, big wedding, big ring I’m so far from that, so far from that So far from that, so far... [Verse 2] My baby mama's ungrateful, she say I’m fucking up What you want me to tuck my nuts and get sucker punched? By these motherfucking punks, who got me out here ducking slugs? Fucking subs, fuck is up, fuck your love you fucking slut Damn, I ain't really mean that But really for real though I ain't really that nigga to scream at I let you slap me in the past, but I’m different now, take heat of that I’ll probably black out and put rings where your cheek is at [Hook] [Verse 3] Bitch I didn’t win the lotto, bitch you use a semi-auto I was turning hella white, vitiligo Now I’m wrapping up the beef from me eating, it’s a taco They hope my road to success is bumpy, they digging pot holes So I got a lot of things on me that are not clothes I don’t wanna do it, don’t make me shoot it These jealous broke niggers is just a nuisance And these public school curriculums are just as useless Put our children necks in nooses, we shouldn’t let em do it We need to test the system, why they tryna test the students I might just chop up your checks and disperse your pensions They teach us how to go to work or to go to prison Creative marketing by the prison industrial system And that’s pimp and that real All these famous rappers will teach you how to go to jail [Hook] [Outro] I remember being afraid of the dark when I was a child And thinking to myself how blessed I was to have mother Who was there for me and wasn’t afraid Then thinking to myself who was there for my mother when she was afraid? Now a days I’m not afraid anymore But I miss that feeling of having someone who’s there With that look on their face that automatically guarantees safety Where fear is but a figment of your imagination When the world waste don’t exist