Lyrics Good Child - Rashaann, A-Roc

Good Child

What is hope if you can’t see it?
What’s support if you can’t feel it?
Will I ever stop this dope dealing?
Never thought I’d do the shit
Moving packs, ditching cops, stash the loaded clip
I hate my life, but I swear there’s more to it
This fast money I’m enjoying it
Besides, how the hell I’m gon' eat?
Get it how you get it, or you live up in defeat
Middle of the winter, everybody tryna eat
Everybody turn to you for a dollar, it repeats
They always ask if you up in the streets
They don’t know I cried 'bout my moms last week
Yeah I’m strong but this battle make a nigga weak
I’ll cut all calls just to hear that lady speak
Keep my head clear when I’m dealing in the streets
I’m still tryna remember what I learned last week
Tuition too high, it’s all on me
I’m tryna get by, I’m running on E
Faith getting weary, my mind getting dreary
I been through a lot of shit, sometimes I feel weak
My vision’s only shit that keeps me on my feet
It never looks good when you struggle from beneath
So I gotta get mine, put in overtime
Stay smart, never work hard
But always grind hard
Look forward and never turn back
I’m going through some shit
Damn I can’t believe I found myself in this situation man
I’m going through some shit
I’m always going through it
I’m always going through it
I’m always going through it
I’m always going through it
I’m always going
Promise this ain’t me
I’m going through some shit
I’m going through some shit
I’m always going through it
I’m always going through it
Damn
I’m always going through it
I’m always going through it
I’m always going
Tryna find strength in this current situation
Decisions I regret but I know I gotta face it
Wrong place, wrong time, guilty by association
Moms used to warn me bout the niggas that I hang with
Talking bout how they ain’t cut from the same cloth
«You focused and determined, your friends they remain lost
I’m warning you, don’t be surprised if you get crossed»
And after every warning, you know that I’m pissed off
'Cause I want them to keep a good reputation
In my mom’s eyes, not a hood reputation
But time flies and friends die, from these crimes we downsize
Now I know it ain’t no way that I can hide
Their actions from mom, but that ain’t my lifestyle
Tryna tell em their future’s determined from right now
Let’s strive for success, my nigga just look around
But they just products of the environment they surround
So you know that they ain’t wanna hear it
«You can be the school boy, the hood is in my spirit»
My boy died the other day, and that pushed me to my limits
Now I’m riding with my niggas so that we can go and get 'em
Just in the heat of the moment, I couldn’t think straight
Angry that another had determined his fate
And partly peer pressured into showing I was loyal
But I was being loyal when I warned them 'bout the poison
Of the street life, so each night you know that I pray
For these guys to see life and limit their pain
But now I’m riding with 'em, and now I’m on a mission
And the schoolboy was the one busting at them niggas
Life cut short, I was busting at them niggas
Confined to a cell, I was busting at them niggas
And the ones I rode with, I ain’t seen 'em in a while
Never thought my moms would have to prove I was a good child