Remember roaches in my ashtray and roaches in my cereal.
I had forced knockoffs with the Gucci print material.
Way before the iPhones, Twittergrams, socials.
I'm talking about Nextel, Church, Boost Mobiles.
Back when a face that was for OG killers.
Now I'm seeing teardrops on you SoundCloud niggas.
Remember back when music had content and metaphors.
Way before the mumble, nonsense and popping handlebars.
All these rappers junkies talking like they dope dealers.
One song a scammer, the next song they killers.
First time I shot the gun, the neighbors called the people.
I was watching search for shells like Easter.
That's around the time they shot my daddy for the rollie.
Around the same time A.I.
lost to Kobe.
Platinum Fubu Summers rocking Iceberg in the winter.
Throwback headbands in them Spree World spinners.
Fuckin' up computers, usin' line while your bed shut.
Boots, leggings, boots, and sellin' CDs at the daycare.
Savin' up guala bean bags for my stash spot.
Mama still ask me how the fuck I get that Xbox.
Around the first time I saw my uncle smokin' crack rock.
Gettin' Flintstones, smokin' Pebbles like it's bedrock.
Around the same time my pops was scammin' on that laptop.
Still remember when my uncle Sidney took that headshot.
I was tryna get
on Jordan's dead stock.
Used to hood dream, pushing rock on a blacktop.
Started home invading, picking combination padlocks, putting crack rock in a figure-four leg lock.
I was hella young, watching Triple H and Rig Flo bust my head open.
Played fighting with a steel chair.
Trying to be a wrestler.
Almost put me in a wheelchair.
Thankful for that Medicare welfare health care.
Remember roaches in my ashtray and roaches in my cereal.
Had force knockoffs with the Gucci print material.
Way before the iPhones, Twitter, Gram, socials.
talking about next till church and boost mobile back when i face that was for og killers
Now I'm seeing teardrops on you SoundCloud niggas.
Remember back when music had content and metaphors?
Way before them humble nuns sensing popping handlebars.
Nowadays, I can't even walk in the store.
Without these crazy-ass friends, I'm bopping assholes.
Back in the old four, a hoe said I wouldn't blow.
Now every show I go, three or four give me dome.
I was up in Vegas at the Mayweather party.
Then my mama called me by Hurricane Harvey.
Say that house got flooded, water covered up the sofa.
Impala rain drove her.
She need me to come over.
Nowhere near silver.
It was fucking up my night.
Like they going to be all right.
Tomorrow, book a flight.
Woke up minutes call.
She was calling all night.
Said there's no more for the license.
She been fighting for her life.
Told Toby, book the plane.
I got to be there by the night.
But all this hurricane rain made the airport cancel flights.
I'm like, what the fuck?
How?
I'm thinking like, wow, praying that she don't drown.
Dear Lord, just get her out.
She worked her whole life to move the family out the hood.
Just to lose everything she had in the flood.
Donald Trump and Red Cross acting like some hoes.
People drowning in their homes cause they couldn't get a boat.
Pops got a bad heart.
Last year he had a stroke.
In his bed off meds, couldn't swim, sink, or float.
On the roof for three days before rescued by FEMA.
Twelve years later, same day as Katrina.
If you was in my shoes, you would probably be stressing.
But sometimes God, he'll bless you and test you.
Every day I say my grace because I could have lost my people.
I still got cases.
Me and my brothers fighting Rico.
600K for the Bell Bums people.
Another 100K, I pray my lawyer got the cheat code.
Organized crime.
Dope and money London.
I remember when you were a little boy, you used to tell me, yuck me to sheep.
He was, you know, every time you see him, you say, that's yuck with the sheep.
That is yuck.
rock you to sleep.
I used to rock you to sleep.
And you've always been there for us.
I can pull your pants up, boy.
But you know what, Parkin, I'm so proud of you.
You came a long way.
Keep it up with your music.
You're doing good.
Keep doing you.
