Keep it real
Y’all point at me ,
Y’all laugh at me ,
Y’all rape me ,
Y’all abuse me ,
Tell me how Im not shit ,
How I can’t be shit ,
Now I’m not gonna make it ,
Didn’t you tell me I’m b on my back for rest of my life ,
Then tell me I couldn’t be a mother ,
Then tell me I wasn’t gonna be shit ,
On top of you gonna throw dirt on my name ,
Didn’t you shame me ,
Didn’t you blame me ,
Didn’t you try to take me out with all your might ,
Shit the way you rushed n pulled that Glock back ,
Shit the way you rushed at my head ,
I thought damn how she gonna take me out ,
Why she coming like the feds ,
I’m praying on my knees this all a dream ,
I seen to knew it was real the way you snake me ,
It’s funny how gods work ,
See it’s really funny how life work ,
It’s funny how I’m still alive ,
It’s funny how I’m still telling my story ,
While you was out wishing bad one me ,
God was blessing ,
See i couldn’t wish bad on you god wouldn’t let me do ,
He told me it’s a better route ,
He told me had it figured out ,
He told me he made me this way ,
See I was born for greatness
My distance is only a part of my past ,
Now I see the bigger picture,
Now I realize I never fail ,
I might have bent ,
But fold nahhh,
I made from a different clof ,
See I’m a Didn’t bread ,
My mind different my goals is outta here ,
So my money different ,
Now this shit keep coming ,
I had to put them e,s down ,
Fuck that I grab them bitches back ,
I’m a demon on the e’s,
Fuck nights ,
I’m up three days straight getting that bag ,
Fuck you thought
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