Dropped Babies lyrics

[Chorus]
We drop babies, perusin' the block jaded
A minute 'til mom call, a quarter 'til pops faded, uh
It ain't nothin' you could tell me 'bout the world, b*tch
It ain't nothin' you could tell me 'bout the world, b*tch
We drop babies from raising they stock crazy
A second 'til I'm on, a minute 'til I make it, uh
It ain't nothin' you could tell me 'bout the world, b*tch
It ain't nothin' you could tell me 'bout the world, b*tch

[Verse 1]
Whoever need to hear it, get the f*ck up off my di*k
I been cavaliering, steering, no appearance for a grip
Ain't no fake inside my heart and ain't no vacants in my clique
Ain't no patience, did my part, and ain't no pacin', I'm on ten
I feel adjacent with your favorites, matter fact, I know they scared
I done introduced myself to legends who were so aware
Pray they expedite my come-up like I'm real, this sh*t not fair
And throwing Cuba Gooding punches in my room when no one there
And sh*t is better late than ever, but the love is still belated
But it's better paid than ever, so I guess it's worth the waitin'
Picked the bar up from the sitter, fridge is full of all it's tracings
Baby mama lookin' bitter, but she can't say I don't raise it
I got problems, I should face 'em, but they pilin', it make no sense
Yesterday my mama called me cryin' 'bout some more sh*t
Said, "It's all gon' be okay, don't ever feel no way, just hold this"
Mama, go 'head, take some racks, I promise I don't even notice
That's some boss sh*t, still be on my bomb sh*t
Movin' down the boulevard in somethin' so obnoxious
I done opted to be left out the discussion for the most part
Smokin' dozy in the Bay, we drunk and ridin' go-Karts
My lady butt like folk art, my God, put a pep in my step
I put the check on my cousin book and the rest on my neck
Who the f*ck want it next? Who else done rep like I rep?
One day I rolled up off the bed and history did the rest, I said we
[Chorus]
We drop babies, perusin' the block jaded
A minute 'til mom call, a quarter 'til pops faded, uh
It ain't nothin' you could tell me 'bout the world, b*tch
It ain't nothin' you could tell me 'bout the world, b*tch
We drop babies from raising they stock crazy
A second 'til I'm on, a minute 'til I make it, uh
It ain't nothin' you could tell me 'bout the world, b*tch
It ain't nothin' you could tell me 'bout the world, b*tch

[Verse 2]
My b*tch is petty like all my crimes, you ready, then call my line
Brought an ounce to the levy and got some steady head on the ride
From the place that be on the pine where the tree good and the weather trash
They Fleetwood with the pedal back 'cause the team good and the level pass
You won't be good where you headed at, take a deep look at that bezel, pap'
They got you, your friends is not your friends 'cause if they was they would've stopped you
And sent Jude and your apostles, bring the brew, this sh*t get hostile
Stanley Kubrick with the vision, sippin' liquor in a Roscoe's
Like, damn, how the f*ck we get here?
Used to text lil' biddies and get a plan of they year
And they week and they month, get no love, now sh*t weird
'Cause they slide out in droves when I'm home, was sincere
Little apologies, I don't hear none of it
Please don't be callin' me, permanent tunnel, b*tch
f*ck who they followin', f*ck who they comin' with
Quit all the stylin' sh*t, I'm really done with it, uh
Everyone wonderin' how the boy did it
b*tch, I'm just better, you can't admit it
I'm bros with whoever, you can't be the sh*t
And the score never level, you know that I'm with it
So what it's gon' be? (Ha)
You love me or hate me, just lend me a chance for the week (Ha)
Was bummin' since babies and now I stay laced in the heat (Huh)
Think I was dropped, that sh*t must have knocked some sense into me
Repent and repeat, if it's for the takin', then I'm finna eat
[Chorus]
We drop babies, perusin' the block jaded
A minute 'til mom call, a quarter 'til pops faded, uh
It ain't nothin' you could tell me 'bout the world, b*tch
It ain't nothin' you could tell me 'bout the world, b*tch
We drop babies from raising they stock crazy
A second 'til I'm on, a minute 'til I make it, uh
It ain't nothin' you could tell me 'bout the world, b*tch
It ain't nothin' you could tell me 'bout the world, b*tch