Roaches

Remember roaches in my ashtray and roaches in my cereal

Airforce knockoffs with the Gucci print material

Way before the iPhones, Twitter, 'Gram socials

I'm talkin' 'bout nextel chirps and Boost mobiles

Back when the face tatts was for OG killas

Now I'm seein' tear drops on you Soundcloud ******

Remember back when music had content and metaphors

Way before the mumble nonsense and poppin' handlebars

All these rappers junkies talkin' like they **** dealers

One song a scammer, the next song they killers

First time I shot the gun, the neighbors called the people

I was watchin' 12 search for shells like Easter

That's around the time they shot my Daddy for the Rollie

Round the same time AI lost to Kobe

Platinum FUBU summers, rockin' Iceberg in the winter

Gold bag Hermes ain't no Sprewell Spinners

******' up computers, usin' Limewire or BearShare

Bootleggin', boostin', sellin' CD's at the daycare

Savin' up guala, bean bag for my stash spot

Momma still ask me how the **** I get that Xbox

Round the first time I saw my uncle smokin' crack rock

In The Flinstones, smokin' Pebbles like it's Bedrock

'Round the same time my pops was scammin' on that laptop

Still remember when my Uncle Sydney took that headshot

I was tryna get them Jordan 17, deadstocks

Used to hoop dream, pushin' rock on the blacktop

Started home invadin', kickin' combination padlock

Puttin' crack rock in the Figure-4 Leg Lock

I was hella young, watchin' Triple H & Ric Flair

Bust my head open play fightin' with a steel chair

Tryna be a wrassler almost put me in a wheelchair

Thankful for that Medicare welfare, hell yeah

Remember roaches in my ashtray and roaches in my cereal

Airforce knockoffs with the Gucci print material

Way before the iPhones, Twitter, 'Gram socials

I'm talkin' 'bout Nextel chirps and Boost mobiles

Back when a face tat was for OG killas

Now I'm seein' tear drops on you Soundcloud ******

Remember back when music had content and metaphors

Way before the mumble nonsense and poppin' handlebars

Nowadays I can't even walk in the store

Without these crazy-ass fans and boppin-ass hoes

Back in '04, a hoe said I wouldn't blow

Now every show I go? 3 or 4 give me dome

I was up in Vegas at the Mayweather party

Then my mama call me 'bout Hurricane Harvey

Said the house got flooded, water covered up the sofa

Impala, Range Rover, she need me to come over

Nowhere near sober, it was ******' up my night

Like, "They gon' be alright. Tomorrow, book a flight"

Woke up, 40 missed calls, she was callin' all night

Said there's no more food and lights and she been fightin' for her life

Told Toby book the plane, I gotta be there by tonight

But all this hurricane rain made the airport cancel flights

I'm like, "What the **** how?", I'm thinkin' like "Wow"

Prayin' that she don't drown.. "Dear Lord, just get her out"

She worked her whole life to move the family out the hood

Just to lose everything she had in the flood

Donald Trump and Red Cross actin' like some hoes

People drownin' in their homes 'cause they couldn't get a boat

Pops got a bad heart, last year he had a stroke

In his bed, off meds, couldn't swim, sink, or float

On the roof for three days before rescue by FEMA

12 years later, same day as Katrina

If you was in my shoes, you would prolly be stressin'

..But sometimes, God, He will bless you with tension

Every day I say my grace because I coulda lost my people

I still got cases, me and my brothers fightin' RICO

600K for the bail bonds people

Another 100K, I pray my lawyer got the cheat code

Organized crime.... **** and money launder

Five to 99 and that's they only offer