Boy of mine As your fortune comes to carry you down the line And you watch as the changes unfold And you sort among the stories you've been told If some pieces of the picture are hard to find And the answers to your questions are hard to hold Take good care of your mother When you're making up your mind Should one thing or another take you from behind Though the world may make you hard and wild And determine how your life is styled When you've come to feel that you're the only child Take good care of your brother Let the disappointments pass Let the laughter fill your glass Let your illusions last until they shatter Whatever you might hope to find Among the thoughts that crowd your mind There won't be many that ever really matter But take good care of your mother And remember to be kind When the pain of another will serve you to remind That there are those who feel themselves exiled On whom the fortune never smiled And upon whose life the heartache has been piled They're just looking for another Lonely child And when you've found another soul Who sees into your own Take good care of each other

Only child, only son Treated like a criminal ever since day one Only child, where do you go And are you coming back again cause no one wants to know Only child, one of these days Someone's gonna come around and try to make you change Only child, sensitive soul You see the beauty in everything without ever being told And I thought about leaving you once or twice Leaving it all behind and never think twice Somewhere far away on a beach sounds nice Nothing on my mind, nothing on my mind Only child, the prodigal son Has come back home again to get his laundry done I thought about leaving here once or twice Leaving it all behind and never think twice Somewhere far away on a beach sounds nice Nothing on my mind, nothing on my mind

Stayin' down, ran it up a mile (Ran it up a mile) Gettin' money like the only child (I love my mama) Go to jail, beat yo momma down I can't fuck with them, I know they kind Overtime what I been puttin' in for that paper No more more strugglin, grindin', Girl, I been sweatin' hard from that paper I been sippin' lean, fuckin' them baddies, and I been faithful, nigga Every time I hit the scene, Gotta be clean, and I gotta make a major statement They love to form against me 'cause I got weapons I told her fuck me like I gotta turn myself in I ate my first plate and I came back for seconds All of my niggas stick together like we X-Men Gun got two names, Smith & Wesson Grab a strap to hit it hard, I'ma get the FN Security ain't pat me down, Almost got the TEC in Fuck around and beat you down like I'm playin' Tekken All of these sacrifices I made were for me and you I'm in love with money, so it's hard to be with you I held it down, did my part, but you ain't hold your end And I know that bankroll get flimsy, But I won't fold nor bend, no (Rich Homie, baby) Stayin' down, ran it up a mile (Ran it up a mile) Gettin' money like the only child (I love my mama) Go to jail, beat yo momma down I can't fuck with them, I know they kind Overtime what I been puttin' in for that paper No more more strugglin, grindin', Girl, I been sweatin' hard from that paper I been sippin' lean, fuckin' them baddies, and I been faithful, nigga Every time I hit the scene, Gotta be clean, and I gotta make a major statement Remember hustlin' hard when i was small time No discrepancy on money, we like all kinds Suckin' dick too much fucked up your jawline We gotta stay equipped for when them cars chase Catch that boy in public, hit him broad day Trick him like them fishy boy, they all bait I can eat him plain, cooked, or sautéed Now, we eatin' shrimp mixed with lo mein They don't even know what I've been through Plus, I don't talk about it When we get to talkin' 'bout money They wanna talk around it 30 thousand to the shooter Now his shirt gotta stain Keeping that dirt off my name I never thought I'd make it out the hood, no Stayin' down, ran it up a mile (Ran it up a mile) Gettin' money like the only child (I love my mama) Go to jail, beat yo momma down I can't fuck with them, I know they kind Overtime what I been puttin' in for that paper No more more strugglin, grindin', Girl, I been sweatin' hard from that paper I been sippin' lean, fuckin' them baddies, and I been faithful, nigga Every time I hit the scene, Gotta be clean, and I gotta make a major statement