Man of the House - Fashawn

10/21, day after I turned 21

First LP, album released, again it begun

For the kid without a lid on his tongue

Who took a shit on the drums and slid out the slums

Ultimately I had an ultimatum

Smuggle drugs or become someone famous

Truth, I put in work in the booth

Way before Hannah saw her first tooth and poof

I blew up fo' both of us grew up

I tell ya times was rougher than nubuck, leather

Somehow I knew it wouldn’t stay that way forever

Long as I showed effort

How could I possible say I’m good

Especially when my mama still in the hood

My father is unemployed

Despite the lack of dollars they’re proud of their little boy

I doubt it would fill the void, in everybody’s pockets

You’d probably get annoyed

That wasn’t what I rapped for

First tour, Rav-4

Grabbed my baggage and I was off

Traveling abroad, had to see it all

Berlin wall, Taj Mahal

Felt I knew how to run 'for I knew how to crawl

Had a burden on my back, the planet on my shoulder

And one simple task, all I had to do was hold it

And I grow, and I grow, and I grow

To be the man of the house now baby

To be the man of the house now baby

And we grow, and we grow, and we grow, and we grow

To be the men of the house now baby

To be the men of the house now baby

Word to Madonna

My pops had never preached, furthest thing from the street

He’d stay in, discreet

When he wasn’t in the pen he was tryin' diss police

Tryna get a piece of pussy instead of tryna visit me

Damn, what a fatherly figure

When we met, I was 15 and I hardly remember

Bitter, I was, admit, a tad bit

Spent 15 years wondering where dad went, fuck

Then a year, again he would disappear

Little did I know I had a little sister near

A few brothers that I never met

The world on my shoulders, only thing the nigga ever left

Dad you never made it home

How’d you make it to my pad?

And why am I paying for your cab?

I couldn’t figure it out

Even as a young boy I was the man of the house

So, fuck

I guess I haven’t blew up yet

According to your definition of success

I should be dicking a model

Driving a Bugatti instead of whipping in Tahoe

I know, I deserve a bigger amount

Counting every penny, cause every penny counts

Even when I made dollars it ain’t make sense

Another journey for the journalist

And here we go