Pinocchio

I need money, no homie you need a job I need money, no homie you need a car I need money, no homie you need a home I need money, no homie leave me alone This the story of Pinocchio, don't think he want to be the man This the story of Pinocchio, don't think he want to be the man Homie told me that it's harder than it looks Grew up with the crooks so doing right got em shook Living blunt to blunt hand to mouth and what it took To start another chapter instead of closing his book Was knowing his lil sister looking up to 'em Don't know many ways to deal with stress So he do what he know best... pass the cup to him Sipping down the sorrows to wake up to 'em Roll one and bake up to 'em Tough love, put his pain into a sport Senior year injury, A-C-L was tore Attention he was seeking didn't get it anymore Felt like he lost the world all his hope and support For a moment he said f*ck it.... sticking n***as up Since God don't care about me... then I don't give a f**k Hit his cousins up like give me what y'all can front Neighborhood d-boy got anything you want Asking God why you got to do me so wrong Asking God why he got to be so strong Time is a wasting, to set a good foundation He'll be shocked to see his sister bring a d-boy home He need money I need money, no homie you need a job I need money, no homie you need a car I need money, no homie you need a home I need money, no homie leave me alone This is the story of Pinocchio, don't think he want to be the man This is the story of Pinocchio, don't think he want to be the man Met again on the job, he had plug to the jug Quick money, I might drop my chick money, understood I was hanging with a felon, nothing could be good But he cool... soon or later he'll need money for his books And he did, when he did, I was sending money shortly Same n***a who cop a sack for me and then would short me No worries, he just digging a hole He still finding his worth through f**king b***hes and whores And his girl pays the bills while he sitting at home Asking me to put him on but won't apply on his own The dichotomy of broke and he both, but don't even know Blame it on somebody else, this n***a is bold He chilling more than he working, medicating his sadness Growing up makes him nervous, good sex makes him happy And I showed him applications but he'd rather play madden And this the story of Pinocchio my n***a