momma's couch

I used to wanna get my mom a house Tol ya we would make it out, i had to find another route Realized that we never really talked it out I had to keep it real while im sittin on my momma's couch Aspirations, young niggas in desperation Learned to be grateful While cramped into these tiny spaces Making perfect paintings, retreating from the world in fear Thanks for scrapping my raps, pain never disappeared I found it hard for expression, to make it out of here Now i take the path, that you knew i could, i see it clear Every single year, comparing to my peers We didn't want for much so you never really cared Because we had less i felt that life was impaired Come to find that the struggle made me more prepared Used to knock out in this bean bag chair Sleepin on yoga mats, and my pops was on the stairs Niggas live outside so i guess that shits fair Momma got away wit murder, imma leave the story there Needed escape for Q and I, Smokin weed with E helped to elevate my mind Makin rhymes just to pass the time, before I got back on the line Playing bball outside, with the homies that would ride For my sisters and my guys, i gotta get what's mine I gotta build a tribe ik u see me trine We elevate as a unit, its time to unify Comin back from college, knowledge of disparities Findin a place to lay my head down was a rarity Always daydreamin about mattresses Fuckin on some actress, changin my family's address I needed time to rise, so i flew outta the nest Me and ma saw the times so we had to reconnect I know that sum comin, had to come back and check She said to do good for the hood with that first check When our outlets need repair, aint no padding on our chairs I know ya niggas dont need it, but im tellin u niggas here Take it, be more gracious, even if you dont want it I know that ya won't flaunt it, and my brother need that funding Ugh Food trucks and sports leagues, uk we got it bubblin When we dont talk, i get off track, bro let's discuss it If i can get you onto ur business theyll know you arent bluffin Niggas be depressed cuz the life we live is really ruff and I'm tryna stuff it down, i gotta hold it down I know i got it now, Imma make my fammy proud If it aint about the fam or community then what is it for? Put your brothers on, i showed ya niggas what i had in store If i gave my mom a house, she would probably give it back My stepdad built a vision, that's a lot of weight thats on his back Time with my sisters, showin em all a brighter path So they can get that typa childhood that i didn't have