My 2 Cents Lyrics

My daughter look up at me calmly and say you look ugly

But with that smile on her face, it only show she love me

Yea she play too much, I wonder where she get it from

Now she think she grown talking back, she need to watch her tongue

Her moms blow it off token wit her iron lung

She can sleep all day then wake n bake to a dying sun

She like a vampire how that girl be draining me

High times magazine model, hippie panty free

Walking in the summer time heat like a nasty freak

I say too much when I speak, I guess you call it blasphemy

Now I guess she mad at me, yea that mean no ass for me

On the track like a ball hog, I can't pass the beat

No hook, imma big fish, imma go deep

No I don't apologize, I guess it's just to hard for me

Perfect in my own mind, don't need to work on anything

Finally got my vision clear, don't even smoke on any green

That sounds like I'm full of shit, but that's only the half of it

Calculate decisions, most made with no regret

Quick to cut family ties and that's not a threat

I see the hate in your eyes, wanna make a bet

I call, send messages, you still ain't respond yet

Must've been busy getting busy getting bomb head

It's time to sound the alarm like a bomb threat

Emergency dirty text sent like ya moms sick

I got a dark sense of humor, yea not funny

Took a couple shots to the gut, fuck a beer tummy

Everybody mad at me, I'm crying, nose runny

Please bring light to the subject, it's cloudy, not sunny

I'm like the elephant in the room doing shrooms

Salem witch reading tarot cards flying on a broom

Yo girl a hoe, I be in deep thot like a freak show

She won't answer phone, information on a need to know

Conspiracy theories, higher learning or a head case

Or you can keep listening to everything the feds say

Walk like a duck, detox, get ya mind straight

Or catch her wrong time of the month while she menstruate

I talk shit in quick sand, dig my own grave

I'm tired of working a nine to five like a fuckin slave

I'll never die, energetic static like a bad habit

I'm a wild seed spitter, hit her like a jack rabbit

Fuck a state of mind, I left the world for the astro plane

Star struck when I found god in my temple chained

Up rooted base, seventh level, I'm a crown king

Always happy on the inside when I'm frowning

Aura rainbow indigo with brown skin tone

Old soul, wise kid talking like I been grown

Middle brother, golden child, you say cheese, I never smile

Op bite, lock jaw like a pit on my clever style

Flow drag on, spitting fire, call the Marshall

Full clip, they catching rounds like I got an arsenal

Atomic, I'm the nucleus in the god particle

Assassinate the pope, undercover like the cardinal

Wolf in sheeps clothing, caught him deep throatin alter boys

No knee pads, knees pokin out his corduroys

Armored vest on my chest, wear my heart on my sleeve

Life is just a test up until your soul leave

And that's my two cents

Shit don't make any sense

Yea

My mind be on some different type shit

Maybe I gotta go back to smoking weed or something

Shit I don't know, my minds twisted

Yea