Fetus Lyrics - Aminé | Injury Reserve

Yeah
Woo
Yeah-yeah
Uh-uh, uh-uh

Working dead-end jobs ’til my girl off
Me and my baby broke so we don’t know what condoms are
The chains my mama gave me clinkin’ like they Dorothy dog
I hope my seed don’t inherit my dad’s cholesterol
I’m protective ’cause this world has got a evil will
They givin’ guns with every muthafuckin’ happy meal
A shooter every month and they pretend it’s daffodils
My son’ll probably see that fire before a fire drill
We fell in love and lit a flame before the tinder came
Back when T.I., “Bring Em Out” and 50 fuck with Game
We was a unit, somethin’ special, life was super bliss
You shook your iced coffees like they was Shakira’s hips
Ya dig

I-I-I want it, but she-she-she callin’
She want to get on it, I tell her I’m on one
Said, “We could have a baby, baby girl”
But what kinda nigga am I if I bring ’em in this world?
I-I-I want it, but she-she-she callin’
She want to get on it, I tell her I’m on one
Said, “We could have a baby, baby girl”
But what kinda nigga am I if I bring ’em in this world?

To my future daughter or son
The streams from this album gon’ pay for your college funds (Limbo)
The circle of life could make a man feel like the one
Just know that you on purpose, it’s never just hit and run, look

She said she might’ve missed her period
But my mind is somewhere else and I’m in sixth period
You know, seventeen and delirious
Thinkin’ we independent on that scared of our parents shit
See plan B really gotta be Plan B

Shit, maybe C, D, E, this is my damn seed, yeah
We paid cash, rip up the damn receipt
‘Cause mama got my account, that shit she can’t see
Either time’s flyin’ or my mind is playin’ tricks
Can’t believe my baby girl’s already turnin’ six
Pray you nothin’ like your daddy, stay away from drugs
Hope I can be half the father that my mama was
Yeah, hope I can be half the father that the Mamba was
But now I’m kinda stuck ’cause what I’m chasin’s so possessful
‘Cause Adam, yeah, Adam talkin’ college funds
Shit, and I don’t know if I’ll have enough
‘Cause, man, this game is inconsistent
Yeah, ain’t nothin’ promised
And a bi-weekly paycheck sound perfect for my wallet
At what point you hang the gloves up and put your towel on?
Yeah, have I been wrong? Yeah

I-I-I want it, but she-she-she callin’
She want to get on it, I tell her I’m on one
Said, “We could have a baby, baby girl”
But what kinda nigga am I if I bring ’em in this world?
I-I-I want it, but she-she-she callin’
She want to get on it, I tell her I’m on one
Said, “We could have a baby, baby girl”
But what kinda nigga am I if I bring ’em in this world?

I think we are just so used to life not being valued
That we think wasting it on kindness is a bad idea
You should be gettin’ money
You should be fuckin’ hoes
You should drive fast cars
And then you realize that you, sometimes, you get those things
And now you’re just a nigga with those things
‘Cause its like, well, what’s next?
And it’s like, well, I never tried a grapefruit by itself
And now you’re just a nigga peelin’, like, eatin’ a grapefruit
And you’re like, “This is nice”
With sugar in it and you’re like, “Why is this nicer than my Ferrari?”