One day I plan to be a family man happily married
I wanna grow to be so old that I have to be carried
Till I’m glad to be buried
And leave this crazy world
And have at least a half a million for my baby girl
It may be early to be planning this stuff
Cause I’m still struggling hard to be the man, and it’s tough
Cause man it’s been rough, but still I manage enough
I’ve been taken advantage of, damaged and scuffed
My hands have been cuffed
But I don’t panic and huff, frantic and puff
Or plan to give up, the minute shit hits the fan it erupts
I’m anteing up double or nothing, I’ve been trouble enough
And I’m sick of struggling and suffering, see
My destiny’s to rest at ease, till I’m impressed and pleased
With my progress, I won’t settle for less than cheese
I’m on a quest to seize all, my own label to call
Way before my baby is able to crawl
I’m too stable to fall, the pressure motivates
To know I hold the weight of boulders on my shoulder blades