Jway

When I was a kid, I wanted to be just like my dad

(Just like him)

Look at me now, faded jeans and a bald cap

(yes sir)

Never looking back on what I've done, that shit is in the past

You can throw dirt up on my first name, but better respect the last

(Better

I've had my share of altercations, and I swear it won't be my last

(hell nah)

Mama tell me my mouth gon' get me zipped up in a body bag

(sorry momma)

But just like my pops, I'm gon' hold my ground and stand firm on that

(damn right)

Everything I have, I put work in and I deserve it

Mama always told me, be careful with what you say

(imma try momma)

Daddy always told me, put work in and it will pay

(yes sir)

So I'ma bust my ass every motherfuckin' day

Make sure my kids have food up in they belly and somewhere to lay

(You damn right)

Man, this world really ain't no joke, every industry I've been in been cutthroat

They don't give no shits about you, they ready to let you go

But fuck it though, where the smoke at? It's not a drug and we know that

(we know this)

Gets me through times, I'm tryna archive, and it actually gives me motive

Tired of hearing I'm not focused, cause it ain't your fuckin' circus

(yeah)

You got your life, I got my life, heard you been hatin

I ain't know this shit, too far away from it

Get on my level, cuh