*Sick Beats & 808* * Heavy, Pounding 808s & 808 Kick Drum* * Distorted Deep Bass* * Aggressive Trap Drums w/ Heavy Hats & Kick* Yo, listen up, let me tell you a tale, 'Bout a grown man, child at heart, in fail, He's tryna be boss, thinkin' he's the king, But he ain't got nothin' to bring to the table, it stings. He's runnin' round here like a chicken in heat, Talkin' 'bout his ride, his clothes, his seat, He's livin' in his mama's basement, playin' Xbox all day, Leavin' his baby momma to pay the bills, in every way. He ain't nothin' but a waste of space, Takin' from others, showin' his face, Expectin' love, respect, but never puttin' in, A lazy bum, gettin' things from kin. This fake thug thinks he's somethin' grand, Walkin' around, hand held by his land, Pops taggin' along like some kinda dad, Leavin' his girl with nothin', no pad, not even a pad. All the time, she gotta take the blame, Payin' the rent, cookin', and doin' the games, He sittin' on the couch like some kinda king, Collectin' all her earnings, not doin' a single thing. Grow up, you lil' brat, stop actin' so cute, You ain't foolin' nobody with that foolish dispute, Think 'bout your family, your kids, your home, Why you takin' everything, and givin' nothin' back? You weak as a kitten, can't even be real, Stingy with your love, but money's what you feel, But I'm here to tell you, child, it's whack, Your ass is whack, boy, that's just a fact, jack. Ridin' around like a baby boy on his mom's dime, Still got the pacifier, can't leave it behind, Busted as the pants on your bum, that you don't pay, Mama's workin', and daddy's playin', what a shame, ain't that whack? I see right through you, boo, like a x-ray machine, Not tryin' hard, just tryna get a taste of the game, Fool, this ain't no game, life's not some TV show, Time to wake up, be a man, let your woman grow! Leavin' her drained, all your energy she must own, Took her money, gave her none, you playin' that dirty throne, Leavin' your girls in tears, their trust got broke, Got them wonderin' why they even chose that broke joke! Boy, grow the hell up, put your weight in play, You can't stay young 'n dumb all of the way. Got the mind of a kid, while runnin' with your mouth, Facts of life ain't gona teach you when you get caught up in doubt. Now pay up or get gone, before I lose my mind, Leave my sister, leave your kids, leave 'em all behind! Cuz when I look at you, see this pitiful face, And the way you comin' up short, ain't makin' it worth the pace! This rap's real, I ain't jokin', and I ain't ashamed, Grow the F-up or keep on gettin' claimed by the shame! Step up your game or step out, better move on then, G. Grown men still livin' off mommy is whack and lowdown!
