Outcast

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