Favourite Son

I could be the only one that ever makes it work

I'm the favorite son coz I don't touch the herbs

Me & bro is one of one although my momma' always hurt

Tired of seeing tears they might just stop if he can blow

I think he tired of being here, although he played

A part in all

All the pain that's creeping near, how daddy left us on our own

I know this niqqa hella' selfish least' he's living what he talked

If he can make it happen, all the soars might just be gone

But he's still living on that day job, kids his age they make a plan or they just die young

And I don't wanna' hear bout' raps or how he'll make it big