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    Babies killing babies
    People starving in Haiti
    Men nutting in women then disappear for the baby
    Promoters acting shady, a bunch of em no Brady
    Jail full of our brothers, 'cause fathers was way too lazy

    Real struggle been through the trenches
    You haven't lived my life
    Eat half the can good in the morning
    Then eat the other half at night (for real)
    They don't know about the fighting
    They just know 100 likes
    I'm just tryna find the light
    But this tunnel not too bright

    Big money with me, but don't shop at Givenchy
    I do not support them stores
    Remember times I ain't have a dime
    Me and best friend sharing clothes
    That's just how the shit go
    I don't stop, I just go
    All I thought was get it either way
    Never cared if I was called a hoe

    That was irrelevant
    All got skeletons
    Feelings not delicate, so just settle it
    Brought out the ghetto, now tryna be elegant
    Dropped out, but the streets made me intelligent
    I done seen it all, so what's new?
    Been dogged out my whole life, like Snoop
    Niggas love lies, but they hate the truth
    I'm only at peace when I'm in the booth

    I don't trust none on my Moms
    Niggas life scammers and cons
    Niggas claim they gotta real bond
    'Til one get locked up with a bond
    Real preach, gotta talk to 'em like a speech
    And let a hoe tell anything I say
    I'm at her room door it ain't sweet

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    And I hate my father in the worst way
    He forgot more than my birthday
    He ain't did shit since the first day
    Bird nigga let him chirp away
    It's hella times we done got kicked out
    Went from the box from living in a big house
    Can't forget the days tryna make a way
    Walked in the corner store for a discount

    We was out there scrapping up quarters
    Backpack on the streets, like Dora
    Don't look down on others that's shorter
    Had mo tears than we had water
    We was out there scrapping up quarters
    Backpack on the streets, like Dora
    Don't look down on others that's shorter
    Had mo tears than we had water

    What you know about not washing clothes in months?
    Or no tissue on the rod if your nose will run?
    No pot to shit in, so you hold the dump
    The problems we 'bout to face is the goal for Trump
    It's over, I ain't talking breakup man
    Why every time I need something phone breakup man?
    Why loved ones in the ground won't wake up man?
    'Cause niggas gang, gang, gang
    They wanna shake up hands

    That ain't 'bout to make you look cooler
    Y'all making mo mistakes than bloopers
    Motherfuckers gotta think about they future
    These niggas perpetrators like Fuschia
    You know me I ain't holding shit in
    Real fucked up world that we live in
    That twenty dollars for her baby milk
    She done took that shit and done went and got a fill in

    Becomes repeatable, unbelievable
    Now she ain't got custody
    I hate it when people so agreeable
    Shorty cut it with the fuckery
    Dark skin or light skin, you still African-American
    Society got y'all fucked up, y'all out here comparing skin

    It's a fucking shame ain't shit change
    We ain't representing like we should
    'Cause it still remain gotta tuck yo chain
    When you step a foot up in the hood (or get robbed)
    Make a way if you could, make sure yo fam good
    Ain't have a door to knock on when I needed help
    Just had hope knocking on wood

    Old folks intimidated by the generation
    'Cause these youngins don't follow obligations
    Job application need pronounciation
    It was too much slang in the conversation
    Gotta get professional on the spot
    That one shot is all you really got
    No Dalmatian fuck one house
    I'm tryna own 101 spots

    We was out there scrapping up quarters
    Backpack on the streets, like Dora
    Don't look down on others that's shorter
    Had mo tears than we had water
    We was out there scrapping up quarters
    Backpack on the streets, like Dora
    Don't look down on others that's shorter
    Had mo tears than we had water

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