Y'all stupid ass parents so lazy Praise a snapback more than a baby Let that baby grow up like "Who raised me? " Never had no car so she named her Mercedes Dumb shit y'all do, yeah I'm talkin' 'bout you Conehead ass bitches but don't know the scoop Kid in a crib lonely cookin' up soup While momma on dates eating lobsters, I'm through You failed the mission, you kept your distance That kid would be rich if you'd paid her attention The morals is missing, the world is different If you mind your business, you could own a business Deadbeat fathers and deadbeat mothers Crazy how y'all pin blacks against each other "You too dark for blonde hair, look at your skin color" Bitch my skin look it tastes just like Nutella You racist, so fuck what you say He black sellin' weed, he would never see day That's funny when abusers ain't locked away They in the crib giving more beats than Dr. Dre They suspect, on they cops we don't trust that Black people don't drive home, just take the bus back These cops killin' us off like we some Rugrats So I ain't got time I'm finna get me a bus pass
Cereal and Water, I'ma eat either way Niggas only wave when the fee gettin' waived Said what he said, then be like "What I say? " Like K. Michelle I got rid of the fake Cereal and Water, I'ma eat either way Niggas only wave when the fee gettin' waived Said what he said, then be like "What I say? " Like K. Michelle I got rid of the fake
All that fuck shit just debt it They don't wanna give us our credit Ain't the same tape they spreadin' If it's black on white crime then it's edit Young queens feelin' like peasants Priorities mixed up, yeah I said it One 'bout to jump off the edge The other worry 'bout her edges Labels offer me advance, I'm too advanced, so that shit dead They swear to God that they God pleasers, ain't close to what I just said People be so confused, one day the sky blue then it's red I'on't ever get it twisted, if I got it twisted, I'ma get dreads Damn, is they 'bout to fight? Hold the fuck on, let me put my phone out Really wish I could see the shit, but the crowd big and they zoned out But I'ma get this for Worldstar, let me get close, "Beat that ass ho! " It all hit, what she should've did when she found out, "It's her cousin bro! " Cupcakke, let's go out for a drink "Nah, can't link if I'm 'on't link" Yeah back then that's all I think Struggle my dream but I ain't sink Females thinkin' that they better than another but at night we all playin' that ting All going through the way yet, am I good enough in everything in-between? I'on't wanna hear it, you can save it We all gettin' played like a playlist Women scared to tell what they age is Cause men want the kids, fuckin' rapists Uh, step back, you contagious Friends turned on me like pages Heart got a lot of empty spaces Gotta keep it together like braces Suicide, they givin' up so quickly Jump out the car but not doin' the Shiggy Rain on my parade it will never get me A little drizzle will only make my hair frizzy Pass me the towel rag, all that nonsense I'll pass Anything mom want, I'll grab Cop it like Angela Valdes, look Don't be a puppet, don't be corrupted Don't be a motherfuckin' outcast I don't say shit 'cause words get switched Like was it cash cow or cow cash? Once worried 'bout doin' numbers is the main numbers I'ma dial last Same main sent him pissed, shit, be scared to wipe the shit from his child ass
Cereal and Water, I'ma eat either way Niggas only wave when the fee gettin' waived Said what he said, then be like "What I say? " Like K. Michelle I got rid of the fake Cereal and Water, I'ma eat either way Niggas only wave when the fee gettin' waived Said what he said, then be like "What I say? " Like K. Michelle I got rid of the fake
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Compositor: Elizabeth Eden Harris (Cupcakke) (BMI)Editor: Tunecore GlobalECAD verificado obra #43532760 em 04/Jun/2024 com dados da UBEM