Mama was hurtin'
And we just made sh** worst, what a bruise
In middle school I took money out of her purse
I'm in Cla** just trying to impress some woman
I thought I grabbed they five, it turns out I took a hundred
Stupid me, and I know how hard she works
She had to beg and borrow just so I could wear this shirt
And I just stole her nail money or even worse her Bill money
I lied until I looked into her eyes and I saw tears running down (Damn...)
Silly me, almost 20 years later we still making mama cry, only now I got more paper
Well my Dough ain't so Legit
Filled her dryer with my bricks
I know once I had my Son I was supposed to quit, sh** (Shhhit...)
I'm still trying to get that work off
And then life thew a n***a a curve ball
And then I wrote "Letter To My Son"
Does it really matter if I feed my child with dirty funds?
I'm just getting it how I live
I'm just trying to make something out of nuthin'
And everything's A-ok until mama decides to do her Laundry
I got an appetite, who wants beef?
I'll slaughter you on Front Street
I will not turn the other cheek
I do not agree with Dr. King, but R.I.P to Doctor King
And I am almost certain that this was not his Dream...
But f** it, I got money, b**hes love me
And if I give these hoes my All, then they will all leave me with nothing so I'm leaning
Leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning
What am I doinggg?
Leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning
What am I doinggg?
Leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning
What am I doinggg?
Leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning
What am I doinggg?
Leaning
Your girl Friend is on my penis because I made a dollar out a Dime
Damn it, I'm a genius
We all on the road to riches
See me, I chose the scenic
Baby I survived the jungle if you can name it, I done seen it
Chasing all these dead pres'
I got Friends that I don't know
But when my Doe start running low they all turn Casper the Friendly Ghost (Gone.)
A rivederci, Adios
Like balloon in a parade, I'm just trying to stay afloat
Therefore, I'm leaning
Leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning
What am I doinggg?
Leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning
What am I doinggg?
Leaning, leaning
And I'm not on promethazine
But my flow so methamphetamine
Didn't stop me, well let 'em Dream
Bring the fat b**h, go ahead, let her sing
And I'll pop up like a Gopher and then load up and k** everything
f** you and f** them n***as with you
I'm at'cho door like Jehova witness
You a p**y n***a, I know the difference
I lay that barrel right on your whiskers
Those shots loud, my ears whistle
HD you get a clearer picture
Got more bullets than a deck of cards
I'll shuffle up then come deal with you
I'm popular but I'm still with it
I'm bawling like Kidd-Gilchrist
And we ain't talking about luncheon cards when we say we after that meal ticket
Rest in peace to Mill Tickett [sp]
And little Milton, in loving memory
Know I ain't one of those rapper n***as
I'm satisfied with my own identity, Leaning
Leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning
What am I doinggg?
Leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning
What am I doinggg?
Leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning
What am I doinggg?
Leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning, leaning
What am I doinggg?
Leaning