Buy mama a crib and a brand new wagon.

I knew it started getting bad when he was coming over to my crib, walking in my closet,

Are you traveling with kids and need a crib or a high chair?

Hmm, yeah, hmm, yeah, hmm, yeah, yeah Since the gist of time with the kickstand Thinkin' of a plan to get quick bands Fallin' in deep with the quicksand Flag on my ass, no quick brand I was packin' on the ground, got my weight up Had beef in the streets, had to stay up Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake, bruh Doin' that, put everything I love at stake, bruh Since the gist of time with the kickstand Thinkin' of a plan to get quick bands Fallin' in deep with the quicksand Flag on my ass, no quick brand I was packin' on the ground, got my weight up Had beef in the streets, had to stay up Betty Crocker showed me how to bake a cake, bruh Doin' that, put everything I love at stake, bruh Back in the day, me and the nigga had ripped jeans Couldn't afford a new pair, I had broke dreams Couldn't think about the money, I had broke dreams Outfit was the match up of crack fiends I was tryin' to be fly, I couldn't take off Clothes fallin' off my ass, lost weight, dawg No jacket in the winter, had to shake, dawg Then I said, fuck it, cause somethin' gon' have to shake, dawg Then my nigga Bobby put me on the quick lick Wasn't alive, but a nerd for a quick fix Interception, I was stealin', caught me a big six And it's no bitchin', wrong bitchin' with brick dick Never killed, I ain't gon' lie, I was tempted He was a target, but he lucky that I missed it I was always fuckin' nerd, was a misfit My opportunity was knockin' and I missed it Young when I hopped off the stoop Two doors where I flew off, I hop in the coupe Two swords from a war where I couldn't lose Got scars and bruises, man, I got the proof Resemble, yeah, still, cause I got the juice You think you too punk, let all my ass loose Steppin' on next with my 10-billion moves I'm playin', I'm stable, I'm growin' them roots Since it's just a tie with a kickstand Thinkin' of a plan, nigga, quick binds Fallin' in deep with the quicksand Flag on my ass, no quick brand I was packin' on the ground, got my weight up Had beef in the streets, had to stay up Betty Cracker showed me how to bake a cake, bruh Doin' that, put everything I love at stake, bruh Since it's just a tie with a kickstand Thinkin' of a plan, nigga, quick binds Fallin' in deep with the quicksand Flag on my ass, no quick brand I was packin' on the ground, got my weight up Had beef in the streets, had to stay up Betty Cracker showed me how to bake a cake, bruh Doin' that, put everything I love at stake, bruh I remember chillin' in one of my little bitch crib Bought the four, bought the nut, man, cause for the fixin's A nigga came through, he was all in some bitch shit Didn't know I was rollin', my hand was so gifted Boy, had me talk, had to get in my mix quick Couple knocks, made him drop like he drunk and we lifted Fought another nigga after, I thought was some kinship Throwin' up, both of our sets was in the different shit Gave respect, neck to neck, my nigga didn't back down Had him standin' up, then he ended the back down His hands in my life, now they endin' up flat now Flat like a wing, let's see if he flat now Had enough, it was tough, only lasted for one round KD on the bench, he quit with the tray pound Made him run, it was funny, was scared of the gun sound Made him shit, he a bitch, by the car, he was ducked down I ain't got no time for the fakes The phonies, the bronies, the opps or the jakes My homies the only who come past the gate I'm wackin' and we cuttin' hands off the snakes I'm hungry, I'm eatin' right off of your plate I won't eat, I won't eat, it's my fault to take I'm stagnant, I'm agnant, I'm stangin' in place The reason I'm poppin' is all love for hate Since it's just a tie with a kickstand Thinkin' of a plan, nigga, quick binds Fallin' in deep with the quicksand Flag on my ass, no quick brand I was packin' on the ground, got my weight up Had beef in the streets, had to stay up Betty Crocker showed me how to make a cake, bruh Doin' that, put everything, I never stick, bruh Since it's just a tie with a kickstand Thinkin' of a plan, nigga, quick binds Fallin' in deep with the quicksand Flag on my ass, no quick brand I was packin' on the ground, got my weight up Had beef in the streets, had to stay up Betty Crocker showed me how to make a cake, bruh Doin' that, put everything, I never stick, bruh Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah

'cause we didn't have a crib, so he was gonna sleep

Another quick crib from Scott McCloud here.

And I thought I'm smart enough to scheme to put her in a very complicated sleeping bag that doesn't get herself out of the crib.

If this was a crib you can't sleep in.

Bought my mother a crib and a brand new Wagon.

Welcome to my crib.