California Dream - Game

I'm at the house bout to roll this kush up
I can get a call at any minute, so I'm just doing push-ups
Waiting on what seems to be forever
I burned a hole in my Polo sweater 'cause I was nervous
But hat's how crazy birth is, loading up this Beretta
'Cause this time I'm having a baby girl
So it's whatever, whenever whatever

You my willow and it's my will to make this last forever
First thing I'ma tell her, daddy's your umbrella
Give her the glass slipper Cali, you my Cinderella
Gotta be a dream, hold up, that's your middle name
Both your brothers big now, so baby you my little Game
Who gon' be the Godfather? Swizz? Lil Wayne?
Hey y'all smoke too much but got Cali tatted on his veins
And I just got a text from your mama
Saying the water burst, I guess it's time for my comma

You walk through the door, she on the ground crying
She don't wanna get up, you had a baby right here
I ain't cleaning that shit up
I finally got her out the house, now we on the elevator
She screaming, her left the car seat, but I'ma tell her later
Forget the car seat, man, I'm hella-faded
She like "I know you ain't high!"
Shit, "I'm celebrating"

Now we in the car, she won't put on her seat belt
Screaming at the top of her lungs,"God, I need help!"
Weaving through traffic, minutes between contractions
Close your eyes right now, and you can see it happening
Imagine she pulling on me "Stop I'm about to crash, shit!"
Butterflies in my stomach, heart beating fast as shit
Every time I have a kid, it's like the first time
Kids the best, but they be coming at the worst times
Now we here, Tiff get in the wheelchair
Them butterflies still here, am I happy? Hell yeah

I parked the car, now I'm running through the halls lost
Trying to figure out which one of these rooms is ours
Think, think damn one of the nurses stuck their head out
They gave her an epidural so I pulled the couch bed out
Took a nap, woke up, they almost got the head out
She grabbing on the rails, looking like she about to pass out
Told her to breathe, grab my phone and hit record
"Breathe, one, two, three, four, one more, two, three, four

"Push, c'mon T, push! God damn it, just push!"
Nurse Linda coaching her, Doctor Umbar pulling on shoulders
Giving me the notion to cut the umbilical cord
She out, eight pounds four ounces, Sam stop the beat
Hold up, I'm about to make an announcement,
"See, every time a child is born somebody leave the world
So I thank the woman who gave her life for my baby girl"

"Hey mars turn the beat down a little so I can share my experience"