"Meet The Parents" lyrics

Look, look at 'em, baby
They sleep
(Conductor)

You ever woke up and wish you didn't?
Wish you was dead and still livin'?
Life supposed to be beautiful
But some days, this bitch just ain't givin'
My baby mama trippin', my mama say she need shit
Do anybody give a fuck about me, shit?
Deep shit and it get deeper
'Cause my tenth grade teacher told me that I wouldn't be shit
So I'm sittin' here rollin' trees up
Starin' at the wall with my feet up
Next to a chick with some D cups
Tryin' not to wake her like my parents woke me up
Let her get some rest 'cause I'm sure not
Contemplatin' suicide while my soul rot
So I'll probably wait 'til she gone
'Cause I don't want her have to clean up all my blood on her own

I ain't ask to be born, I ain't ask for the drama
I ain't ask for my daddy to hit my mama
I ain't ask for nothin'
I ain't ask them to wake me out my sleep 'cause they was loud while they was fuckin'
I ain't ask them to listen
To how I felt about them cookin' crack in our kitchen
I ain't ask them why they chose to be Crips
Or how I became a Blood when I ain't asked for this shit

I ain't ask for this shit
(I ain't ask for this shit)
I ain't ask for this shit
(I ain't ask for this shit)

My little sister ran away when she was twelve
And I should've ran with her 'cause our life was livin' hell
I asked her why, she said, "I'm doin' what I gots to do"
Sixth grade and turned into a prostitute
That's why I beg you niggas, "Please don't push me"
I'm sellin' crack and my sister sellin' pussy
Did you hear what I said? Get in my head
My daddy inadvertently showed me how to cook it
But he dead now
So I look up at the sky and told that nigga, "Good lookin'"
My eyes red now, I need to find a bed now
Or somewhere where a nigga can lay his head down
'Fore my shit just pop
I need the migraines to stop before I do it with the Glock
Subdue the pain 'cause my insides dyin'
And mama, it ain't your fault and I thank you for tryin'

I ain't ask to be born, I ain't ask for the drama
I ain't ask for my daddy to hit my mama
I ain't ask for nothin'
I ain't ask them to wake me out my sleep 'cause they was loud while they was fuckin'
I ain't ask them to listen
To how I felt about them cookin' crack in our kitchen
I ain't ask them why they chose to be Crips
Or how I became a Blood when I ain't ask for this shit

I ain't ask for this shit
(I ain't ask for this shit)
I ain't ask for this shit
(I ain't ask for—)

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