Lyrics The Calm - Bub Rock

My baby boy getting older
The world getting colder
They killing niggas for being niggas
But I ain′t raising one
Single mother raising her son
Where they raising guns
Learned how to use a razor blade young
Scraping the plate to raise funds
Kick cash
Streets parallel to this rap shit
Shoot shit with niggas who shoot shit
Is we still talking bout practice
I shot who shot ya where niggas shot my cousin
Relapsing these tens got me buggin
Convos with my younger self saying fuck it
Like my younger self saying fuck it
What we talking bout
Look
I know what i'm up against
Heavy is the head that wear the crown
Was all the way down
Matter of time before i was up again
I like to peacock
Used to do the rugby wit the g-shock
Gas bitches to cut school and come to d-block
R.I.P. miss rita and fif
Warren and nick
Miss jackie on the jeff
She hated cardi b because of me
Fact or fiction
Misunderstandings due to the distance
Niggas swear i be dissing them
Even as friends wouldn′t listen
Numb to the world
Let them tell it i'm in my feelings
Well since u know it all
Tell me how you feel i should fell then
Aite fuck it that's how you feel then
I′m not a fill in
I just know this lane got a ceiling
Kept my lips sealed
Until my shit on sale
They feel me when i pop out
Like finger tips on braille
Rock the golds like chip on yale
Ya chip and dale delivering zinfandel
We not the same
Small balling
Niggas hate that i′m younger n shot calling
I get irritated and stop calling
I don't got beef with nobody
But myself from the passed years
I′m going somewhere and the bag there
This new shit was the cab fair
This was playing the whole time
In the cab ride
Rock
Fuck outta here