Family Matters Pt. II

[Verse 1]
I'd like to welcome y'all to the dark side
When at night we all come alive
Livin' right, I ain't won a prize
But this stickup might get me a hundred pies
Stickin' with it, I been ill-advised
But we almost there, I can feel the pile
Just want the money so stand aside
If you get in my way I might kill a guy
Feelin' a way 'bout my little guy
My son ain't no older than four or five
He been livin' with me for the shortest time
But his momma trippin', she been gettin' high
I see it all in shawty's eyes
Dilate the pupils, they open wide
Way too gone to live a sober life
And he is too small to know the lies
But let's take it back to the other side
The plan was properly organized
If shit don't go through I'll be mortified
Got a silencer stuck to the .45
But if it go well I'll be more than 'live
King of my 'hood, I'll be glorified
But my stomach turnin', feelin' horrified
'Cause the story's about to get more than robbed

[Interlude]
I don't know how the fuck I got here
I got no job and multiple felonies
So nobody's ever gon' give me a job
I'm damn near homeless
I got one kid and another kid on the way
But if you ain't ever been in my shoes
How you gon' tell me what I'm doin' is wrong
I gotta get this money

[Chorus]
Ain't got much to say to God
Don't often pray but I been kneelin' lately
Play my cards, it ain't the hand I want
But never know where it might take me
Play too hard to punt the card
The money's slow, I know that it won't save me
These the streets that once raised me
Man, this life of mine was so crazy
Ain't got much to say to God
Don't often pray but I been kneelin' lately
Play my cards, it ain't the hand I want
But never know where it might take me
Play too hard to punt the card
The money's slow, I know that it won't save me
These the streets that once raised me
Man, this life of mine was so crazy

[Verse 2]
Salutations from the other side
I know one day there's gon' come a time
I'ma have to explain to this son of mine
But maybe I'll do that some other time
Knew he gon' wonder what good am I
Or why would I ever commit this crime
Hope he understands that I was only tryna
Get a better life and that's the bottom line
But let's take it back to the dark side
Where bullets fly and we don't run and hide
And all of the niggas that's in this ride
They been gettin' work, but ain't none applied
Usually solo in part and mind
'Cause when niggas get pressed they be droppin' dimes
No matter the sum, they gon' split the pie
'Cause they needed a whip they can hop inside
I know I ain't got a lotta time
Son is cryin', you ain't got a dime
So what you gon' do is a strong sign
'Cause the pressure gon' feel like you hogtied
All I see is these dolla signs
All I hear is this child of mine
Last chance for me to change my life
'Cause to sit in jail, I ain't qualified

[Interlude]
So here's the deal, and stay focused
Me and you got the front, nigga you got the back
Chaz, you got the wheel
Mask and gloves, keep it clean, but don't let 'em know we stole the money
We got two minutes, in and out, max
Let's go

[Verse 3]
Pull up to the bank and we drawin' like ATM
Somebody loaded and cocked the bullet
And popped it out loud in the stadium
Yeah I'm in the spot
If I see a cop, then I won't stop and no savin' him
They gon' get shot
The bullet get lodged as deep as the Mediterranean
Believe it or not, I ain't with this job
Be careful of what you won't say to him
Got nothin' to lose, the shortest of fuse
Kills you and a hun' in my radius
See this on the news, I'm payin' my dues
I'm doin' it all for my child
I'm vowin', I'm young and I'm wild
They no turn it down
You kiss me, you takin' the child
Just know that it's gon' be a while

[Chorus]
Ain't got much to say to God
Don't often pray but I been kneelin' lately
Play my cards, it ain't the hand I want
But never know where it might save me
Play too hard to punt the card
The money's slow, I know that it won't save me
These the streets that once raised me
Man, this life of mine was so crazy
Ain't got much to say to God
Play my cards, it ain't the hand I want

[Outro]
Of course they caught him
And they locked him up for some several years
No reports about him
Then I grew up, and what once were tears
They resort to problems
'Cause all this shit, when I count it up
I think you're the solvent
But now I see it from the other side
I'm in your department
I'm 20-something, tryna make my mark
I won't aim at targets
No squeezin' nines, this season's mine
And I came to harvest
And speak my mind over instrumentals
That bang the hardest
I gotta thank my pops
'Cause he made an artist