Your momma ain't ****, your daddy ain't ****
 And then you realize that life is a *****
 With a dirty white tee and some dirty ass kicks
 And you got no money so you can't feed the jit
 Your momma ain't ****, your daddy ain't ****
 And then you realize that life is a *****
 Got no education so you got to be the chick
 That strip for a living cause you gotta pay the rent

 Pity, pity, pity, first you showing off them *******
 Letting *****s lick the ****tie to a flower or some witty comment
 Witty, now you ****ty with those saggy tig ol' bitties
 And a flabby old ass, trying to look like Ms. Nicky
 Picky, cause I say you look like Ms. Piggy
 It's a damn shame that we the same pigment
 First you act like Bobby, now you look like Whitney
 If a ***** know the then please say it with me

 Your momma ain't ****, your daddy ain't ****
 And then you realize that life is a *****
 With a dirty white tee and some dirty ass kicks
 And you got no money so you can't feed the jit
 Your momma ain't ****, your daddy ain't ****
 And then you realize that life is a *****
 Got no education so you got to be the chick
 That strip for a living cause you gotta pay the rent

 *****, *****, *****, let a ***** level with you
 How the hell you gon' be broke and always be the bigger spender?
 Stories sweeter than the splenda thrown inside the blender
 So you wanna get crunk while you mix it with the liquor
 *****, people like you, I don't get ya
 Claimin' you a baller but your momma living with ya
 Better look inside the picture, cause you ain't getting richer
 Now it's hard to see his son cause his momma took him with her

 Your momma ain't ****, your daddy ain't ****
 And then you realize that life is a *****
 With a dirty white tee and some dirty ass kicks
 And you got no money so you can't feed the jit
 Your momma ain't ****, your daddy ain't ****
 And then you realize that life is a *****
 Got no education so you got to be the chick
 That strip for a living cause you gotta pay the rent

 Let 'em do whatever, it's whatever
 Now you never from the streets
 To the clubs, to the guns, to the cheader
 'Til you get a phone call, e-mail, or a letter that your jit locked up
 Or he dead on the stretcher?
 Better
 Parenting is the main pressure
 Your daughter got kissed but wasn't taught about pleasure
 Your kids are the treasure, the love you couldn't measure
 Will end up in the hole if you don't get it together