Look, look at 'em, baby

They sleep

(Conductor)

You ever woke up and wish you didn't?

Wish you was dead and still livin'?

Life supposed to be beautiful

But some days, this bitch just ain't givin'

My baby mama trippin', my mama say she need shit

Do anybody give a fuck about me, shit?

Deep shit and it get deeper

'Cause my tenth grade teacher told me

that I wouldn't be shit

So I'm sittin' here rollin' trees up

Starin' at the wall with my feet up

Next to a chick with some D cups

Tryin' not to wake her like my parents woke me up

Let her get some rest 'cause I'm sure not

Contemplatin' suicide while my soul rot

So I'll probably wait 'til she gone

'Cause I don't want her have to

clean up all my blood on her own

I ain't ask to be born, I ain't ask for the drama

I ain't ask for my daddy to hit my mama

I ain't ask for nothin'

I ain't ask them to wake me out my sleep

'cause they was loud while they was fuckin'

I ain't ask them to listen

To how I felt about them cookin' crack in our kitchen

I ain't ask them why they chose to be Crips

Or how I became a Blood when I ain't asked for this shit

I ain't ask for this shit

(I ain't ask for this shit)

I ain't ask for this shit

(I ain't ask for this shit)

My little sister ran away when she was twelve

And I should've ran with her 'cause our life was livin' hell

I asked her why, she said, "I'm doin' what I gots to do"

Sixth grade and turned into a prostitute

That's why I beg you niggas, "Please don't push me"

I'm sellin' crack and my sister sellin' pussy

Did you hear what I said? Get in my head

My daddy inadvertently showed me how to cook it

But he dead now

So I look up at the sky and told that nigga, "Good lookin'"

My eyes red now, I need to find a bed now

Or somewhere where a nigga can lay his head down

'Fore my shit just pop

I need the migraines to stop before I do it with the Glock

Subdue the pain 'cause my insides dyin'

And mama, it ain't your fault and I thank you for tryin'

I ain't ask to be born, I ain't ask for the drama

I ain't ask for my daddy to hit my mama

I ain't ask for nothin'

I ain't ask them to wake me out my sleep

'cause they was loud while they was fuckin'

I ain't ask them to listen

To how I felt about them cookin' crack in our kitchen

I ain't ask them why they chose to be Crips

Or how I became a Blood when I ain't ask for this shit

I ain't ask for this shit

(I ain't ask for this shit)

I ain't ask for this shit

(I ain't ask for—)

Fuck