Just getting warmed up ya' know
I'm the offspring
Of folks that life had less at offering
Than it did to me as an outcast
With less chance at getting 3000 than a Big Boi should
After 20 years of politicking
Thinking that we good
F*ck a mission
Cause' right now the motivation is so hood
See my people in the keys while my streams ain't flippin' a nickel
Tweed that shit be so petty
Let me know when you'll be ready
To be separated from your family
And that little shit hole in the woods
And obviously that fantasy sounds fantastic
As I'm putting gas in the Denali
And grubbing on Ramen packets
But, as it stands my demands can't be met
As of now, if my hands soak in blood, they'll always be wet
While I check barrettes and assignments
The way they dressed on the school bus
Did they show up to advisory?
Did they hang out with the kids that do drugs?
Did they see me on that molly?
Or, the shrooms that dude just threw?
Bud, straight from Michigan
A-one cocaine, Dad's acting a fool again
And just like them
About to take you kids to school again
Because Brick In The Wall was the education
For the expelled hallway hooligan
And who would've thought that a flunk could graduate in the cuffs
Found out it's true what they say
If you're gonna be dumb it's best to be tough
McGruff is still sniffin' round here
Without luck
No back of the van earmuffs
OnStar just tapped him into the truck
And I wouldn't give a f*ck
I just wish that they'd leave me alone
But, sure nuff
The lights start flashing
Bout' a block away from home
Cause I'm the offspring
Of folks that life had less at offering
Than it did to me as an outcast
In the Cadillac, banging Southernplayalistic
Back in the day, I knew more dough boys baking cakes
Than Bisquick
I bet that Andre
Would be banging this shit
And B-Mieseler be blowing speakers
Keith just camps on the spliff
But as it is, I'm left with sneakers bought to only wear once
While those alive are fighting cancer
And I ain't felt shit in months
I ain't no dunce cap sporter
No Biden, Trump supporter
I know they'd both like to cut me
Along with Tucker and Don Lemon
Reporter's sources have marching orders
Upon my quarters
The place I lay my head, if they can figure out which bed
And which suppressed cartridge
Came from which window
I'd like to live a simple life
But, like, it's not so simple
Like you think
Cause life like to push me to the brink
In the blink of an eye
When things come at me fast, my knack is to survive
Cause I'm the offspring
Of folks that life had less at offering
Than it did to me as an outcast
With no Southern Slang
Spittin' some outsider adaptation
Of a rap, that even Minneap is only half embracing
Ain't nothing shaking but these car keys
I wouldn't know
I walk up and automatically the door unlocks for Joe
But, before the bezel settles
Smash the pedal through the firewall
So when the bank come take it
They don't think they're taking their kids to ball
Games in my loss
While my kid's air mattresses are soft
Before sunrise
And wondering
How I can make something I ain't tried
Out of burger and tomato sauce
Their only privilege is to get to be picky eaters
And a heater, to keep them safe
While I go face the frost
The ever encompassing cold
The increasing speed of time
The lack of tracks attracting feedback
The pleas I make to my maker
To make me a stack of paper
That's to thick to fold
And Lord make it the heaviest load I'll carry
Being I'm already seen as emaciated, weak, and old
A bold assumption
Thinking I'm geriatric whipper-snapper
I got gumption, and guns, and ammunition loaded in magazines
But, I'd rather be gathering with folks that playback my tracks as
An offspring
Of folks that life had less at offering
Than it did to me as an outcast