Parents

Your momma ain't ****, your daddy ain't ****

And then you realize that life is a *****

With a dirty white tee and some dirty ass kicks

And you got no money so you can't feed the jit

Your momma ain't ****, your daddy ain't ****

And then you realize that life is a *****

Got no education so you got to be the chick

That strip for a living cause you gotta pay the rent

Pity, pity, pity, first you showing off them *******

Letting *****s lick the ****tie to a flower or some witty comment

Witty, now you ****ty with those saggy tig ol' bitties

And a flabby old ass, trying to look like Ms. Nicky

Picky, cause I say you look like Ms. Piggy

It's a damn shame that we the same pigment

First you act like Bobby, now you look like Whitney

If a ***** know the then please say it with me

Your momma ain't ****, your daddy ain't ****

And then you realize that life is a *****

With a dirty white tee and some dirty ass kicks

And you got no money so you can't feed the jit

Your momma ain't ****, your daddy ain't ****

And then you realize that life is a *****

Got no education so you got to be the chick

That strip for a living cause you gotta pay the rent

*****, *****, *****, let a ***** level with you

How the hell you gon' be broke and always be the bigger spender?

Stories sweeter than the splenda thrown inside the blender

So you wanna get crunk while you mix it with the liquor

*****, people like you, I don't get ya

Claimin' you a baller but your momma living with ya

Better look inside the picture, cause you ain't getting richer

Now it's hard to see his son cause his momma took him with her

Your momma ain't ****, your daddy ain't ****

And then you realize that life is a *****

With a dirty white tee and some dirty ass kicks

And you got no money so you can't feed the jit

Your momma ain't ****, your daddy ain't ****

And then you realize that life is a *****

Got no education so you got to be the chick

That strip for a living cause you gotta pay the rent

Let 'em do whatever, it's whatever

Now you never from the streets

To the clubs, to the guns, to the cheader

'Til you get a phone call, e-mail, or a letter that your jit locked up

Or he dead on the stretcher?

Better

Parenting is the main pressure

Your daughter got kissed but wasn't taught about pleasure

Your kids are the treasure, the love you couldn't measure

Will end up in the hole if you don't get it together