OTHERISH

Look, I'm a tell homie how a homie told me

All dat otherish cool, until somebody speak

Somebody get killed, somebody get robbed

And now you blame the world cus you broken up inside

Can't even act ya wage, cus ya pockets empty

Pay it forward with revenge jealousy and envy

But all that give you is problems that's hard to outrun

I mean of course, you could be gangsta, but yo mom might lose a son

You telling me you cool with putting weight up on her shoulders?

Can't imagine all da stress of not seeing your child grow up

See what you've become, how you're living, who you've dated