What I Tell Kids

And all they know

Could tell his VS by how the chain glow

Or how the Range roll

It's a man's world and it's all about money

And who am I to interfere?

When that new Benz drive, foo', I'm tryin' to change years

See how you changed tears

Grandmama never thought we'd be as hot as we is

I'm rappin' for the kids, eatin' lima bean and ribs

Cleanin' off my rims, man, I used to dream big

And now I'm the focal point

Me and Krondon show in Poland at a local joint

Tryin' to get my lettuce fixed, my credit "Fuck y'all"

I'm just gettin' the rust off, she lickin' my nuts off

My R. Kelly T-shirt, I think that it rubbed off

We eatin' that Roscoe's, what's up wit' the hot sauce?

You lookin' like you got somethin' in that big-ass purse

Your daddy got you that

Would you run up in this bank though wit' a stockin' cap

Anybody move, guns up, then cock it back?

That's the decision some men got to make to feed they families

I'm not tellin' you this story to win a Grammy

I'm just sayin' you should consider that

Next time you're in L.A. wit' your jewelry on like it's Miami

Feel me? So did I make myself clear?

Cryin' to my mum to buy me a new pair

Now I need enough to last ninety-two years

I got ninety-nine problems, but cars ain't toppin' them

I'm just like my uncle, I just can't stop coppin' 'em

I could be president, but I ain't that popular

Uh, I don't know what's stoppin' you

Too bitches kissin', rubbin' each other

I'm just layin' back watchin' 'em

OPM, bitch, let it rain like the Doppler

No matter the weather we put shit together, yeah

Bring me closer though