Roaches

Uh

Niggas get mad at me when I call out they hating

'Cause they hating, no debating

All on my dick and you know we ain't dating (you know it)

Bitch nigga, let's face it (come on)

We came up out the mud, still got dirt on our faces

Now we counting blue faces

Bust it open for me (bust it open for me)

Bust it open like cases (hoo)

Fuck who y'all think is the champ

We treat the belt like it's vacant

They say, "Peggy you should open up" (why?)

Then they use that info to fillet you

I grew up with no money, no luck

No phones, my nigga, just cable

Late at night, I'm up watching Uncut (uncut)

Dirty dishes, no food on the table

Selling cane, make you think you Abel

I'ma give you niggas something to pray about when you pray to

God forgives, Peggy can't do

Niggas out here getting canceled

Me, Danny plus this beats, check the resume, that's the holy trinity

God sent me to this earth to help all these crackers find accountability

I done fucked so many losers, can't let no one up in my vicinity

Play these niggas like the tuba, hit the grass and serve him that Kennedy

Ain't we lucky we got 'em?

Memories, I can't live without 'em

Back then, we ain't know we was broke

Dish liquid when we ran outta soap

If you come over, might see a roach

I mean, um, more than one

If I leave the lights off too long, and then, um, more to come

Fucked up tryna do the best they can but, man, we all still happy

Sister in the kitchen cryin', gettin' her hair done

With the hot comb 'cause it's too nappy

Runnin' 'round loud, Ma yellin', "Sit down"

Tellin' us, "Inside or out"

"You keep lettin' all the air out the house"

Uh, I came up out my mama house, we on to better things

Stayed up on this grind and now guess what, yo' son livin' his dreams

I ain't stoppin', we just gettin' started so just stay in tune

If you thought that it was over, sorry, I got bad news

I'm past you, you makin' cashews

I know cash rules

I'll outlast you

Because I'm that dude

And you are past due

Yeah

Some of you niggas is bums and some of you niggas won't make it, whoa

Treat every kid like my son,and my kids ain't nothin' to play with, oh

And some of you bitches be screamin' out, "Real talk"

They just hatin' though

Oh yeah, we know

Oh yeah, we know

Ain't we lucky we got 'em?

Memories, I can't live without 'em

Back then, we ain't know we was broke

Dish liquid when we ran outta soap

If you come over, might see a roach

I mean, um, more than one

If I leave the lights off too long, and then, um, more to come

Fucked up tryna do the best they can but, man, we all still happy

Sister in the kitchen cryin', gettin' her hair done

With the hot comb 'cause it's too nappy

Runnin' 'round loud, Ma yellin', "Sit down"

Tellin' us, "Inside or out"

"You keep lettin' all the air out the house"