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

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White-tees, black chucks

I was in the hood

Momma telling me I was up to no good