Off the Chair

Yeah, I’m Donald Trumping
While they still on that apprentice shit
You the type to wife a hoe and buy expensive shit
We just rather risk it all, you know just spend them chips
I know the people call it rap, I call it ventin' bitch
And they don’t flow like this
Baptize the pussy now it’s so righteous
12 come around we don’t go by em
When they toss question marks, we stay so silent
They try to kill your dreams and put em in a grave
That’s why I cut my grass low, cause I ain’t fucking with these snakes ay!
They say money come and go but my niggas don’t
I know, I know
They say bitches come and go but my niggas don’t
I know, I know
They say I bet your gon' change when that paper grow
I won’t, I won’t
I’m on the wave, on my way tell em adios
I’m gone, I’m gone
Young with a dream
Dollar bills we didn’t really have that
Momma worked two jobs, late night shifts
Grave nights, man we ain’t really have Dad
Yea, that’s life though
ComEd came in, turned the lights off
I was in the dark, I was plottin'
I was thinking about my momma trying to take away these problems Ah
Seen them highs and lows
Had to hustle, boy I grew up broke
Pops wasn’t there, had to play that role
Was a young nigga thought I had to move that dope, yeah
But now I’m grown and shit don’t make no sense
She say she love me but I know she just a Mayo fan
They say money come and go but my niggas don’t
I know, I know
They say bitches come and go but my niggas don’t
I know, I know
They say I bet your gon' change when that paper grow
I won’t, I won’t
I’m on the wave, on my way tell em adios
I’m gone, I’m gone