Mama's Ugly Ducklin'

It's 25 minutes past dire times

Mama told me

"These are the moments that maketh what a man is defined by"

Staring at the money with a sickening side eye

Slipping through the cracks, whilst niggas sink on the sidelines

I'm from the trap: young, black and surrounded

By niggas who settled disputes with a drive-by

I knew In my right mind that I would never make a living killing

But I'd kill to make a living like the guys I'm inspired by

With destiny on the phone

I was set on paving a path and prepared to walk it alone

My people needed a beacon of hope

I was rightfully chosen to be the

Omen to bare the heat of the limelight

Papa's got a brand new chrome

The heat of the moment's as big as anything

That I've known, my seat on the throne is imminent

I'm as good as dead if I ain't living with the pressure

That I've put upon myself to try deliver it

Played my hand through the lows

Burnt some bridges, rocked some boats

I'm still grinding cause lord knows Baby

I'm too fly to stay broke

Shoot my shot and clear the smoke

I'll leave bodies on the cold floor baby

These niggas better duck for cover

These niggas better duck for cover, Mama

These niggas better duck for cover

These niggas better duck for cover, Mama

I had a vision I was running With a Colt 4-half on both hands

Sweat trickling

A cold Bloodbath, Soul-snatching

A gangsters' Christening

The Po came fast

Bro had To collapse the witnesses

The day-old case closed

The gavel banged: innocent

Alas, the guilt was still within

Desperado, was the motto

When we had No other Waze To navigate the situation

We was living in, instead of giving in

I started mapping ways to turn my misery to millions

I bury the pain, oh Lord

But how long can I carry this spade on my shoulders?

A halo With stains, oh Lord