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Yeah, Ren, M.O.F, Haha It's Drake man, it's Drake man.Yeah Ayo Ren this that gritty shit here man I'ma have to tell them about I been through on this know what I mean HO! Southern Smoke!!! Or can't do it in spirit, they cancel what they doin' The samples that they usin', can't get through the clearin' I'll handle it since they just can't get you to hear it My father's early careerin' forced my parents to split up My mother was a teacher, my father was kind of fed up With just being a florist, so the choir sang his chorus And he got back into doin' what he was doing before us Because money is an issue, your son, he gon' miss you And plus you got a wife at home cause mommy still exist too Now you lookin' for exes, you ain't never expect this You end up doing time, and me, I end up with a step-sis Nobody passing judgment, they question where the drugs went You know I hold you down because without you, I'd be a wasn't And mommy I'mma support her, I keep it all in order See her with tears in her eyes or you arrested at the border But I got stress on my shoulders Trying to keep my heart pure but this world is makin' it colder Young black man dodge your bullets trying to get older And you wonder why we turn to drugs and chain smokers IT'S STRESS MY NIGGA!!! I'm just tryna live my life cuz Make a little money, find a bunny To make my wife cuz BO!, BO!, BO!, BO! I'm just trying to live my life cuz Make a little money, find a bunny To make my wife cuz BO!, BO!, BO!, BO! This is my life, and so the rest has kinda been cool Question what I been through I write a verse addressin' it And yes I might offend you Picture when I was in school Me being the closest thing to black And guess what rap music what I was into Rest of the kids were sheltered I never liked to fight But when someone called me a "nigga" I'd punch em I couldn't help it Now I'm grown I can say what it is It's parents that got these Black and Filipino nannies raisin' they kids And your daddy want it very right I make you happy, plus I'm Jewish, he don't approve I think he want you to marry white He want Sinatra at the wedding, not Barry White Cause black is black honey, even if he's very light And so I never been for dinner at they places Always brutally honest, and so I pin it to they faces I live it so the case is, whether Drake is Way ahead of his time, or inquisitive and racist Am I hot as the rest? should I strive for my spot as the best? Like girls with Double D's, I got a lot on my chest There's questions that need to be answered that's not on the test Instead of starin' at quizzes now it's models with breasts And yes, when I'm dismissed after a tedious listen I sit at home and say I should of been a pediatrician Homie, I probably could've been on TV consistent An artist like Pablo, maybe Petey's assistant And my mindset is come and get me I'm all alone at home with my mom and grandma and ain't nobody runnin' with me So, if you got the heart to come in here and kill a lady Daughter, and her grandson, nigga get the handgun If not, you gon make me call the burbs out in Richmond That have you niggas laying out on the curb, they some hitmen Last couple of months I done probably been around the world and back And I don't wanna question half the places Nick been