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You, know
No evil, no flaws
Your evil on pause
My evil don't go, go, go
I, leave
My shoes at the door
No mud on the floor
Unless my mama ain't home, home, home
I, clean
After myself when I flaw
I leave no messes at all
I hope she don't leave her keys on the shelf
And come back to see the mess on her floor
And see my shoes on her rug
When they should be at the door, door, door
I was supposed to be a doctor or something
Honor roll like my auntie and cousins
But instead I was a robber or something
'till they caught me red handed like my arm in the oven
God damn Jay do you do anything right?
God damn Jay you could barely read or write
God damn Jay you never ever get good grades
God damn Jay you could barely pass fifth grade
That's what my momma would say
And it would eat up my mind
I used to think all the time, if I could be a good boy
She'd probably love me a lot
The only time i felt loved
Was when I went down the block, across the street from the house
Just down the street from the shop that's where the bad boys home
Your momma said don't go, but i would go anyway
That's where i felt at home
No wonder my life went down, down, down
Down, down, down, down
Down, down, down
Down, down, down no wonder my life went
Down, down, down
Down, down, down, down
Down, down, down
Down, down, down, down
Did you go around the block by the shop? (No)
Was that you with the boys throwing rocks? (No)
Was that your friend on the news that i saw? (No)
Was that your name spray painted on the wall? (No)
Did you go around the block by the shop? (No)
Was that you with the boys throwing rocks? (No)
Was that your friend on the news that i saw? (No)
Was that your name spray painted on the wall? (No)
We getting in the air
We gon make it
And gonna hate it
And i'm his favorite
I can't deny it, i'm a straight writer,
But when we get together the electric slide in Grandma
Bopping in my headphones
On my way to school on a school bus
Where the cool ones, usually act a fool ones
And the new ones, usually the one they pick on
That was me
The whole class used to laugh at me
They use to say "get away from Jay, he an African"
And everybody knows that them African stink
A Buddhist rachet and never scratched on my ass differently
Than a regular human with itchy cheeks
Got me fuck this elementary
And if i had a knife, id probably cut this elementary
My grades been fucked since the first grade
And it ain't bout the change,
So your honor roll will never mention me
And momma ain't never gon love me
The reason why she come home after work and never hug me
Thats the shit that'll make your life feel forever ugly
So i covered up my face with a ski mask
Bet the hoes gon love me with my ski mask
But when my ass got caught, everybody went ghost
But the one that i used to think hated me the most
I love you momma
Did you need a couple dollars on your books? (Yeah)
Do you have enough covers on your bunk? (Yeah)
Do you cell mates give you any problems?
If they do, whats the jail house number imma call em (No)
Do you understand what I was tryna say? (Yeah)
Oh now you understand what i was tryna say (Yeah)
But even though you make me mad and never listen
You my baby and I'm still gon lo-
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