Dropped Babies - Travis Thompson

We drop babies

Perusing the block jaded

A minute til mom call

A quarter til cross faded

It ain’t nothing you could tell me bout the world bitch

It ain’t nothing you could tell me bout the world bitch

We drop babies

Raising they stock crazy

A second til I’m on

A minute til I make it

It ain’t nothing you could tell me bout the world bitch

It ain’t nothing you could tell me bout the world bitch

Whoever need to hear get the fuck up off my dick

I been cavaliering, steering no appearance for a grip

Ain’t no fakes inside my heart and ain’t no vacants in my clique

Ain’t no patience in my pot and ain’t no pacing I’m on ten

I feel adjacent with your favorites

Matter fact I know they scared

I done introduced my self to legends who were so aware

Pray they expedite my come up like, I’m real this shit not fair

And throwing Cuba Gooding punches in my room with no one there

Shit is better late than ever

But the love is still belated

But its better paid than ever

So I guess it’s worth the wait