So Far, So Far - Raz Simone

My baby mama’s ungrateful, she says I’m fucking 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

To going to the currency exchange counter with bad bitches

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

While they’re indifferent

But I’m wise enough to know that 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 it 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

My baby mama’s ungrateful, she say I’m fucking up What you want me to tuck my nuts and get sucker punched?

By these motherfucking punks, who got me out here ducking slugs?

Fucking subs, fuck is up, fuck your love, you fucking slut

Damn, I ain’t really mean that

But really for real though, I ain’t really that nigga to scream at I let you slap me in the past, but I’m different now, take heed of that

I’d probably black out and put rings where your cheek is at Bitch I didn’t win the lotto

Bitch 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 pimpin, that’s real

All these famous rappers will teach you how to go to jail

I remember being afraid of the dark when I was a child

And thinking to myself how blessed I was to have a mother who was there for me,

and wasn’t afraid

Then thinking to myself, who was there for my mother when she was afraid?

Nowadays 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

And the world’s weights don’t exist