Letra

Yeah, so I'm back for a part two and I just wanna say Please do not fuckin' judge me or matter fact Fuck you if you judge me, I think that's better So listen, I say people barely eatin', so I thank God for this bite No light food or gas but, yeah, I thank God for them nights I always knew wrong from right, but I never chose the right 'Cause God gave my father all the good shit up in life 'Cause man that nigga never helped my mama with shit Wanted a boy but got a girl so told my mama, "Kick bricks" But speakin' of bricks, I wish I had a fuckin' brick to bust this nigga head until he dead for treatin' me like shit But that ain't the case, the case is why I chase I chase my father down, wonderin' why I'm such a disgrace Man, that's crazy and all these niggas tryna fuck And girls like jell as fuck 'cause he took me out to dinner and spent a couple of bucks But I could give a fuck about a nigga and his bucks Don't need no drug dealer, come talk to me in a tux One week later want a quickie, hol' up, nigga what's the rush? Niggas want a stupid bitch to walk over and keep it hush Well, I ain't that bitch, so next topic, people gettin' toxic I try to stay up in the house like a motherfuckin' hostage 'Cause I don't want no drama, grew up just wantin' commas Countin' a hunnid pennies, tryna get a dollar burger for my mama But the grind stayed strong, mama ain't on her own I plan to take us from the hood to a made haven throne See mama all I got brothers don't give a crap If I got shot up on the block they'd probably raise they hands and clap 'Cause they think I'm real sluttish 'cause I do not dress thuggish I wear that tight shit to keep these bitches mean muggin' So my bros think I'm a ho, fuck for money on the low When nine outta ten a nigga wanna fuck, it's "no" I got standards, wanted to be a dancer 13 years old prayin' for people who got cancer But they don't see that shit, but in my spirit I'm rich Ladies, time to walk away from niggas who callin' you a bitch 'Cause we deserve the best, I put that on my chest So worried where he been at it's leavin' you with no rest It's just a bunch of stress But it's time for a change, not book smart, but got brain To tell my story once again, part three full of pain Comin' soon
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