[Verse 1]
What the fuck does it mean to dream?
We no longer have those
Harsh realities for my young son and those new kids
Where's Malcolm? Where have I gone?
See, I still lie to my son and my reflection
Feel if I rap hard over cool beats, LA will peep the inflection
But it take money to make money and the paper race so static
Get banged on for the reserve note and the nigga really just a square
See, my son is needin' me there
The guidance need to crucial
But this rap shit so enticing and the bitches really ain't the norm (Break it down!)
Tryna emulate the Phoenix at the forum
Become an icon and take a new form
Assimilate the greats with my hate, respawn with a mil then make em all burn
I'm next up but it isn't my turn
Gotta kill em all so my son shine bright
Finesse me a check and a whip wit a bitch get my son back then make it all right, yea
Imma be the man no lie
And when I make it Imma tell my momma don't weep
Granny raise men so we never retreat to retreats like women wanna chill then kick up they feet
One man war zone, nigga don't sleep kuz I'm gotta strive hard when I turn on the beat
Monique baby boy gotta play in the street, take L's, bounce back and never suffer defeat
[Hook]
Yo momma told you not to fuck around down here
Yo momma told yo ass don't come 'round down here
Kuz they say "Man down, man down, man down"
Yo momma told you not to come around down here (This the Slauson Swap Meet next to the White House, nigga)
Yo momma told you not to fuck around down here (Art exhibits of Black Excellence)
Kuz they say "Man down, man down, man down, man down"
[Verse 2]
Send me honey, gimme riches
I need happiness, I need mo women
I need niggas to respect my pimpin'
Baby momma just to know I'm wit it
My son to see me shining with my goals reached
I can hold him close, he'll console me
Imma make him proud kuz I owe him that
Ain't no one alive that can hold me back
Imma do it raw, like no one before
Using this chance to kick in the face of an expectation kuz them crackers salty and I'm setting the table for generations
Kuz the baby's babies gotta eat, too
PlayStations with the peanut butter
Cadillacs real clean cut, bendin' corners on the Westside
With my son hear that's the best life
That's a Good Noon on West Adams for a young man who never had much
See, my oldest brother gave two fucks and my big sister been hatin' hard
Marky here and he been there
OG Sylent that's my Uncle Vert nonchalant but he does care
Lil nigga on the rise up, down Stocker to the Jungles, too
So they can hear my tape gimme accolades have they set jumpin'
Niggas active countin' hunnids cool
Drop a hunnid jewels to get my moms a mansion and my kid in school
Suppose I do read comic books and trade and honest look in mirror there
Just to tell myself that I really can
If I work hard, teach my son the same
And do the Cullins name some real good
When I make it up, bring the whole hood in my whole heart
Kuz I chose to dream what the fuck it mean to mean somethin'?
It mean everything
Be a good father that's my only dream
And to my son that means everything
[Hook]
Yo momma told you not to fuck around down here (Alright, alright)
Yo momma told yo ass don't come 'round down here (You already know what it is)
Kuz they say "Man down, man down, man down" (A Good Noon for the sun to shine flying high)
Yo momma told you not to come around down here
Yo momma told you not to fuck around down here
Kuz they say "Man down, man down, man down, man down"
[Outro]
Lemme send an apology to my son. I just tryna what I can with what I was given and make a life for you. I apologize if I'm not there but I love you and I do care. I do care
Rocky: "I shoulda stopped this fight with this fight your father. I'm stopping this one now"
Creed: "Don't. Okay? Lemme finish. I gotta prove it"
Rocky: "Prove what?"
Creed: "I'm not a mistake"
