Fetus (feat. Injury Reserve)

Workin' dead end jobs till my girl off

Me and my baby broke, so we don't know what condoms are

The change my Mama gave me clinkin' like they Dorothy dog

I hope my seed don't inherit my Dad's cholesterol

I'm protective 'cause this world has got an evil will

They givin' guns with every muthafuckin' happy meal

A shooter every month and they pretend it's daffodils

My son'll probably see that fire before a fire drill

We fell in love and lit a flame before the tinder came

Back when T.I. "Bring 'Em Out" and 50 fucked with Game

We was a unit, somethin' special, life was super bliss

You shook your iced coffees like they was Shakira hips, ya dig

I-I-I want it

But she-she-she callin'

She want to get on it

I tell her I'm on one

Said we could have a baby, baby girl

But what kinda **** am I if I bring 'em in this world?

I-I-I want it but

But she-she-she callin'

She want to get on it

I tell her I'm on one

Said we could have a baby, baby girl

But what kinda **** am I if I bring 'em in this world?

To my future daughter or son

The streams from this album gon' pay for your college funds

The circle of life could make a man feel like the one

Just know that you on purpose, it's never just hit and run, look

She said she might've missed her period

But my mind is somewhere else and I'm in 6th period

You know, 17 and delirious

Thinkin' we independent on that scared of our parents shit

See plan b really gotta be Plan B

Shit maybe C, D, E this is my damn seed, yeah

We paid cash, rip up the damn receipt

'Cause mama got my account, that shit she can't see

Either time's flyin' or my mind is playin' tricks

Can't believe my baby girl's already turnin' six

Pray you nothin' like your daddy, stay away from drugs

Hope I can be half the father that my Mama was

I hope I can be half the father that the Mamba was

But now I'm kinda stuck, 'cause what I'm chasin' is so possessful

'Cause Adam too tough, yeah, Adam talkin' college funds

Shit, and I don't know if I'll have enough

'Cause man this game is inconsistent, yeah, ain't nothin' promised

And a bi-weekly paycheck sound perfect for my wallet

At what point ya hang the gloves up and throw ya towel on?

Yeah, have I been wrong? Yeah, yeah

I-I-I want it

But she-she-she callin'

She want to get on it

I tell her I'm on one

Said we could have a baby, baby girl

But what kinda **** am I if I bring 'em in this world?

I-I-I want it but

But she-she-she callin'

She want to get on it

I tell her I'm on one

Said we could have a baby, baby girl

But what kinda **** am I if I bring 'em in this world?

I think that we are so used to life not bein' valued

That we think wastin' it on kindness is a bad idea

You should be gettin' money, you should be fuckin' hoes

You should drive fast cars, and then you realize, that you

Sometimes you get those things

And now you're just a **** with those things

'Cause its like, well, what's next?

And it's like, well, I never tried a grape fruit by itself

And now you're just a **** peelin', like eatin' a grapefruit

And you're like this is nice with sugar in it

And you're like why is this nicer than my Ferrari?