Young Simba

Boutta get a lil super lyrical on em Yea…I don’t think they ready It’s just the warm up aye Was a bummy lil nigga But that was back then No my pockets getting bigger I can’t call you my friend Finger itching on the trigger How I hold the FN Cuz I’m busting at a sucka If he run up again Ain’t no disrespect I don’t mean to offend But your bars sub par Lemme take it to ten Tiger woods in ya hood See me gettin to green And I gotta pull the iron If you try and intervene Yea the money feel good I just do it for my team And I do it for my moms Ain’t nothing come between I would do it for pops But he ain’t do it for me 4 years old wrote a letter And he neva wrote back Heart cold onto better But I can’t forget that Only goal get the cheddar And I never looked back Left a hole in my soul Was it I something I lack? Honor roll reaching goals Was my dad just wack? Never had the answers I ain’t into second chances No child support But he had Gucci glasses Is those prescription? If not have you seen your son? No fiction he really out Gettin it done You are his affliction That’s why he’s flicking the blunts So he could ease the pain And get out his brain That’s your young Simba Came up like Jermaine Cause his mom single And he got a real good brain And he lookin at you In the mirror like Dwayne Carter His mother say he act just like his father It’s a tough reminder But it made it the youngin' go harder No Wakanda Any challenger he would slaughter Like a diamond in the dirt Better look but you missing The boy stay on mission His dad got nothing to pitch in No birthday call Might as well have sent pigeon Say he going to a game Oh bet but then he didn’t All these broken promises That he cannot put together Way to plant a seed But he missing all his treasure The boy need his father Like a plane need propellers Now he lookin at the world around him And he getting jealous So he hanging out late With the goodfellas They wasn’t good fellas But they good lettuce The homies actin wild Screamin' There’s nothing you tell us A little overzealous Had a run in with the law Hitting Simba with possession Now he gotta go to court That’s a thousand dollars for the Reggie that he bought Strike on his record Tough lesson to be taught But it coulda been easier This is just a thought Simba coulda been With his father From the start Mufasa coulda played a real major major part In his sons life Coulda softened up his heart But now it’s too late Ain’t no second take The pain is too great The son harvested hate You could only Hope he don’t adopt the trait From his father To simply not communicate Or apologize Or be tellin lies To his wife and his kids He need good traits The unwavering faith And the need to be great He gotta break the cycle He gotta be the man That he always needed Gotta have a plan And see the thing completed He gotta show his love Until his heart depleted So that his gonna feel it And then go on to repeat it The problem can’t go untreated Toxicity get deleted Ain’t shit niggas just beat it Before I gotta get heated