CunninLynguists, Tripp Doogan - Break Even lyrics

Arrives alive, feet first
Momma's little burden
Who grows to lust lavish living
Like daddy's little version
But the cops pop Pops on his
Grind from poor to riches
So a shackled man stands to
Name his first son Richard

His sister, Karma
Look just like his momma with daddy's eyes
He sit in apartment looking out
The window with daddy's ride
His childhood passing by he's growing
Too fast to cry

Too old to be told stories
Of knights in shining armor
That big sis, Destiny
Recited nightly to him and Karma
Opposite bedtime
Heard street tales of Papa's fed time
Rolling stone with skull and bones
Tatted across his neckline

He learned to throw rags and load
Mags before he could read
His momma spending her rent on Boy
When there ain't nothing to eat
Tracking her arm up and turning
Cheap tricks for bumps
And he been checking the same
Empty refrigerator for months

Fast forward in time
(We are) searching for reason
(But we know) ain't no way to rewind
So we spend that time just
Trying to break even

Watching momma's body wither and hunger
Pains in his sister from a teen to a king he
Stuck up his momma's mister
No more peddling poison for profit
Off in this household
Took Papa's strap and tap momma's dealer
Until he was out cold

Whatever it takes
He does it dedicated to his sister and mother
Learning the game by bagging
Zips with his cousin
Keeping the fridge full now
Well he got dollars by the fistful
A car with a system and
A yard full of pit-bulls

King Rich the rich king who's
Ride sit's on things
And those who owe dough feel
Blows with gold rings
And momma raise Karma with Destiny
Right on her arm
In a project palace founded by violence
But far from harm

Ignoring his daddy's letters
But his sisters anticipate
The visitation day
But he's just focused on getting paid
He barely ever home, growing up alone
He had to rehabilitate his mom
Keep his sisters from whoring

Now Rich is feeling himself
Not concealing his wealth
And his cousin's loving his
Product and improvidence felt
He's crying for help
But Rich told him tighten his belt
And then Rich ditched his cousin
Put his life on the shelf

He went from hustling to feed
Those in need to greed
And neglecting his cousin's progress
Police is please, d
Cause he helping to crucify Rich
With times and dates
Names and states on license plates
Of cars supplying the weight

So Rich got his niggas out
Pitching on the curbs
While his cousin with the law
Jaw singing like the birds
Said if he take the stand they plan
To send him to the burb
So he pitched Rich to the Dixon
Sent them to the birds

Cased him
Replaced his bracelet with cuffs and chains
A fucking chain he flushed so
Much he plugged the drain
Leaving his sisters and his mother
With nothing but more problems
And his new cell mate is
His 50 year old father