So Far, So Far (Explicit) - Raz Simone

Yeah

My baby mama's ungrateful

She says I'm f**king up

While she's staying in my house

Not paying a buck

Working a dead-end job

Minimum waging and such

But going out on the weekends

Shaking her stuff

While I'm out here in these

Streets for the sake of my son

I don't wanna shoot no one

But I'm taking my gun

In the middle of transition

Coming from kilograms standing

In the trap whipping

Then going to the currency

Exchange counter with bad b***hes

Like how much cash for a dozen

Really that pimping

So so called family and friends

See me stack riches

And all they think is how can it benefit them

Well they're indifferent

But I'm wise enough to know

This fast money don't stay

So if I stop putting in work it'll all go away

But if I invest my resources and my time

In a fully legitimate grind

I can pass all down to this kid of mine

When I was a little boy I had big dreams

Big house big wedding big ring

I'm so far from that so far from that

So far from that so far

When I was a little boy I had big dreams

Big house big wedding big ring

I'm so far from that so far from that

So far from that so far

My baby mama's ungrateful

She say I'm f**king up

What you want me to tuck my nuts

And get sucker punched

By these motherf**king punks

Who got me out here ducking slugs

F**king subs f**k is up f**k

Your love you f**king slut

D**n

I ain't really mean that

But really for real though

I ain't really that n***a to scream at

I let you slap me in the past

But I'm different now take heat of that

I'll probably black out and put

Rings where your cheek is at

When I was a little boy I had big dreams

Big house big wedding big ring

I'm so far from that so far from that

So far from that so far

When I was a little boy I had big dreams

Big house big wedding big ring

I'm so far from that so far from that

So far from that so far

B***h I didn't win the lotto

B***h you use a semi-auto

I was turning hella white vitiligo

Now I'm wrapping up the

Beef from me eating it's a taco

They hope my road to success is bumpy

They digging pot holes

So I got a lot of things

On me that are not clothes

I don't wanna do it don't make me shoot it

These jealous broke niggers

Is just a nuisance

And these public school

Curriculums are just as useless

Put our children necks in nooses

We shouldn't let 'em do it

We need to test the system

Why they tryna test the students

I might just chop up your checks

And disperse your pensions

They teach us how to go

To work or to go to prison

Creative marketing by the

Prison industrial system

And that's pimp and that real

All these famous rappers will

Teach you how to go to jail

When I was a little boy I had big dreams

Big house big wedding big ring

I'm so far from that so far from that

So far from that so far

When I was a little boy I had big dreams

Big house big wedding big ring

I'm so far from that so far from that

So far from that so far

I remember being afraid of

The dark when I was a child

And thinking to myself how

Blessed I was to have mother

Who was there for me and wasn't afraid

Then thinking to myself

Who was

There for my mother when she was afraid

Now a days I'm not afraid anymore

But I miss that feeling of

Having someone who's there

With that look on their face

That automatically guarantees safety

Where fear is but a

Figment of your imagination

When the world waste don't exist