Young Gage, this slap! He-he-hear a Young Gage slapper Niggas pushing coke on the road, we moving guns But I still make it home to make breakfast for my son Make breakfast for my son, to make breakfast for my son Stuck up in the streets, not a square, I'm not a nun But I still make it home to make breakfast for my son To make breakfast for my son, make breakfast for my sons I been digging dirt all night, nigga Don't cry for me, cause it come with the life, nigga Keep a pole, but never keep a wife, nigga I be in a suit like a white nigga I'ma tell my kids about the Latundra Heights, nigga, The Iceman And how you couldn't sell white, nigga But you could do it on the low, long as you greazy lil palms Them niggas know Ain't shit moving if niggas ain't selling snow All my niggas train like dogs, they on go If you ain't got no money, you ain't ready for war Shoot that shit up every day, and they won't post at the store Started up as a lookout, move up to totem pole Now you the shit like a commode Real niggas never blink, never fold Carry on with the gangsta shit so I can get home Niggas pushing coke on the road, we moving guns But I still make it home to make breakfast for my son Make breakfast for my son, to make breakfast for my son Stuck up in the streets, not a square, I'm not a nun But I still make it home to make breakfast for my son To make breakfast for my son, make breakfast for my sons Beating up the road, it's raining and I can't see I got hella guns and dope on me Niggas say they want 9s, I sell all of mines Keep the 45 to keep niggas in line Same trip, but we change routes all the time Never talk on phones cause niggas dropping dimes He go to court and it's "don't be late, you got the time" Cause I gotta cook pancakes for little Jovan And Crossybo gon need his daddy up So I'ma blast a nigga like a stereo We can do the drop at Emporium Imperial Swear to god, the way we dodge the feds, this shit a miracle Might need you to get it 'cross the border, can't be scary, ho Might need to get you a VISA, we gotta get married, ho Might need you to get it 'cross the border, can't be scary, ho Might need to get you a VISA, we gotta get married, ho Niggas pushing coke on the road, we moving guns But I still make it home to make breakfast for my son Make breakfast for my son, to make breakfast for my son Stuck up in the streets, not a square, I'm not a nun But I still make it home to make breakfast for my son To make breakfast for my sons, make breakfast for my sons