DeLaZoo - Mashup Monday Vol.2 lyrics

(Beat:"Jenny from the Block") [Children growing] [Women producing] [Men go working] [Some go stealing] [Everyone's got to make a living] [DeLaZoo] Stay spitting all the time like I'm half retarded Dread responsibility like Rastafarian's School, unen-f**ing-rolled before my Fafsa started Dropped my parents expectations like a Bad Boy artist Still the wit on your boy staying shrapnel sharpened And I still ain't got intent to be platinum charted Diddy-Boppin ‘round these labels while they pa** Whole-heartedly on my a**, while arguing that I'm cra** (Beat:"Peaches and Cream") But pardon me dude my bad, I never wanted that bad to be felt,My apathy, as of lately, been on chastity belts Not a f** given, Life's sure a who*e but I'm lust ridden But the way she be f**ing everyone it's a love prism And I've always tried to give 100%, But never do, so I ain't got a f**in' bump or a dent In Any goal of mine, not up next, hold the line Either way I'm outchea like I missed a couple of months on the rent (Beat:"No Diggity") I'm a risky motherf**er trying to skateboard down a stair-max Middle finger, Hanging my balls in front a bear trap Life on the edge screaming "Yolo" motherf**er I'll be going hard 'till the day Amber grows her hair back I know I tend to hate on her, because she looks like Caillou, just a touch of Howie Mendell and a little Splice, too Saw her out in public once and Couldn't say hi to her Cause I figured it be sh**ty if she thought I was a nice dude Yeah, So I'm generally harmless, but I'm hungry so I'm coming at everyone on it Holla to Hologram Pac "Lets battle, you down?" He hasn't replied yet but I can tell he don't want it (Beat: Do-Whop) Sure footed brittle-boned leg, better step right Never learned to dress right, Dirty Derrvin 'erry night Bread tight, Hunger Games, money's been on Pita Cause the bread's been getting flat, dumped my girl cause I didn't need her But the p**y was nothing I was that eager to stop But the pa**ive agression's a hell of a reason to drop Never would pop given the chance, money done dropped out of my hands For the lingering offer just to be something I'm not Now, I'm in it like a tenant, wrote this drinking bourbon Getting throwed, Andy Pettite Grinding for the winter, so I'm springing for the pennant Met a couple Major Labels but still independent as a motherf**er Ain't that bout a b**h? call it Lifetime Drowned my problems in a Keith Stone pipeline Good kid where the light shines, Rappers with now separating style Start feeling ready to bite mine Thats them getting over they heads, simping gets no one respect Think I can bring in the check, but I ain't close the bread Still a disposable head, bout to say f** it,straight up hit and roll off the bed Tell me how you want it, and tell me how you need it Looking for a stud, and if you got a frame well, beat it down Come from a generation of angsty teens That only listen to me over a mainstream beat Thats Real!