Ralaxy - SCRAMBLED EGGS Lyrics

Age one

So the new kid with the attitude be living like his parents
Don't go working all the time for something he don't like

Sick bitch spit on me, he would scratch, and he would bite
Was around the house, my dad's out
Momma working at Sbarro's pizza, she come back at 17
Give me one piece

Grandparents chilling, 'till I'm get in my ass whooped
Bad kids interacted with the neighbor's kids
Auntie with my uncles watching this, we cussing front and back

Swinging on my cousin got the half trouble in the black basement
Tough for mom and dad predicting on my placement

You half a nigga age now, was harder with the payments
Couple checks but not enough for someone else's life

Let me wander around the streets, starting with the fights
Supervision wasn't that well, but I managed pulling through

Family reacting to me mad, it's entertaining too
PB&J the bag lunch, you gon' make a friend

Omelet left the first meal, I mean, Mom, it does depend on people
Try to get into my head and try to go pretend

Stop and recommend something I would need this, in the need
Auntie losing me inside la tienda lose myself in the moment, ain't showing my face

Finding me outside and sharing chicken wings, sit with the black guy on the bench
Can't be running from the problem, let it come to me, a trench dug filled with it

Little nigga chilling with the older cousins in the house
Wanted me to start a fight with all the kids around my age then, family the same sense

Always reunited every other week, so amen
Grateful for the life I got, I burnt myself, the water

Always looking over grandma cooking with the pot
Forgot all experiences until my momma showing pictures

Growing up with two families, a mixture
Never got to talk that much, go waiting in the kitchen

Wait for the eggs to be done, leave when I'm full, with the young years end
You ain't gotta single worry 'bout the problem again

Now here, wanna beef, when I leave you talk shit, then come back the elementary
Nigga finna walk up, but you never picture the same old guys, liking all your shit now

She with the crush some history, pow a nigga bringing up, bitch
I get a new sound
Mom in the house don't know what this all about
Do welcome myself in every town

Don't matter which direction I go to, gotta find a way, I'm switching the old news
Don't ask when I'm moving, it's so soon

Mow the lawn, then wave to the white guys, 40 minute walk from school to my street
When it was kindergarten, go walking the freshman

Where they live at , I go back home, put the TV on, get a bowl and pour cereal
It was time, I was young, I lived with the uncles, aunties, and the grandparents

Cousin, looking at me, they go staring, what I'm finna get inside of my mind
Time when it wasn't somebody I gotta meet, all the weeks wasted, trip on the concrete

Uncle my age, the argument repeats
Ten years felt different, short with sweet time
Doing nothing while I felt complete, the double families, hugging and greets

Paul to Louis Park, I gotta meet new niggas 'boutta talk until the new week ends
Go with the shit that I got, I doubt that, we had a bitch that talked shit

Now I'm at a pretty place, presume when I got that, glad it don't fit in with some bitches
Would've had a mindset common, I wouldn't be going if nobody talking

Proceeding with caution, couldn't be f*cking up for the better
Stepmom gotta make breakfast before the breakdown, cleared the problem

Way to solve 'em, is this, but learn basics, don't call 'em
I'm the only motherf*cker treated so differently
Had the people recognizing me from distantly

With the same family members, I grew to be with, they got the kids that just like me
Wasn't anybody thinking they was gonna see this
Go to achieve, but nobody 'boutta bring shit

So when I first met y'all