What I Tell Kids

(album: By Dom Kennedy - 2015)

And all they know
Could tell his VS by how the chain glow
Or how the Range roll
It's a man's world and it's all about money

And who am I to interfere?
When that new Benz drive, foo', I'm trying to change years
See how you changed tears
Grandmama never thought we'd be as hot as we is
I'm rapping for the kids, eating lima bean and ribs
Cleaning off my rims, man, I used to dream big
And now I'm the focal point
Me and Krondon show in Poland at a local joint
Trying to get my lettuce fixed, my credit "Fuck y'all"
I'm just getting the rust off, she licking my nuts off
My R. Kelly T-shirt, I think that it rubbed off
We eating that Roscoe's, what's up wit' the hot sauce?
You looking like you got something in that big-ass purse
Your daddy got you that
Would you run up in this bank though wit' a stocking cap
Anybody move, guns up, then cock it back?
That's the decision some men got to make to feed they families
I'm not telling you this story to win a Grammy
I'm just saying you should consider that
Next time you're in L.A. wit' your jewelry on like it's Miami
Feel me? So did I make myself clear?
Crying to my mum to buy me a new pair
Now I need enough to last ninety-two years
I got ninety-nine problems, but cars ain't topping them
I'm just like my uncle, I just can't stop copping 'em
I could be president, but I ain't that popular

Uh, I don't know what's stopping you
Too bitches kissing, rubbing each other
I'm just laying back watching 'em
OPM, bitch, let it rain like the Doppler
No matter the weather we put shit together, yeah
Bring me closer though