The Joy

(KW) I do it for the four fathers, yeah the street authors / That are now A&Rs in the cheap office / Rappers that never got signed but they keep offers / Girls that’s way to fine for us to keep off us / Gave her a handshake, only for my man’s sake / She in her birthday suit cause of the damn cake / Now there’s crumbs all over the damn place / And she want me to c*m all over her damn face / I never understood Planned Parenthood / Cause I never met nobody planned to be a parent in the hood / Taken refills of that Plan B pill / Another shorty that won’t make it to the family will / If I don’t make it, can’t take it, hope the family will / They ain’t crazy, they don’t know how insanity feel / Don C. just had a shorty so it’s not that bad / But I still hear the ghosts of the kids I never had / No electro, no metro / A little retro, ahh, perfecto / You know the demo, your boy act wild / You ain’t get the memo, Yeezy’s back in style / Now in one room got Gidget, the other got Bridget / What’s more tripped out dog, is they sisters / Naw, you ain’t listen, they black, they sisters / They mama named ‘em after white b**ches / So next time you see me on your fallopian / Though the jewelry’s Egyptian, know the hunger’s Ethiopian / Stupid questions like “Is he ‘gon be dope again? / Have you seen him? Has anybody spoke to him?” / This beat deserves Hennessy, a bad b**ch / And a bag of weed, the holy trinity / In the mirror, where I see my only enemy / Your life’s cursed? Well mine’s an obscenity (JZ) This is my mama’s sh*t / I used to hear this through the walls in the hood / When I was back on my pajama sh*t, Afros and marijuana sticks / Seeds in the ganja had it poppin’ like the sample that I’m rhymin’ with / Pete Rock, let the needle drop / I seen so much as a kid they surprised I don’t needle pop / Taken sips of pops six pack of Miller nips / Pink Champale, Ballantine ale / Ballys on my feet help me balance out well / That and the sh*t I used to balance on the scale / I got it honest from them parties, from my mama’s / Virgin Mary’s try to judge her, I’m like “Where them Madonna’s now?” / Give all glory to Gloria, they said “You raised that boy too fast” / But you was raising a warrior / We victorious, they’ll never take the joy from us