Some cold hearted truth
Not gonna get in my bag ,
Why get in my feelings about it ,
Who even cares anymore ,
All these shots coming at me ,
Loud talking ,
Throwing shots ,
Sending threads ,
You can’t stop a nigga like me ,
Why be scared I gotta go some day ,
I’m go someway ,
It might be fast it might be slow ,
In the end it’s gonna happen ,
I can’t be afraid of what I know is coming ,
I can’t be hurt of the same shit ,
But I can get tried of the bullshit ,
For all y’all out their running your mouth BITCH SHUT UP ,
SHUT UP ,
YEA IM TALKING TO YOU ,
YALL HATERS ARE SO SLOW ,
ITS SADNESS ME TO KNOW YALL WANT ME TO GO AWAY ,
But something in me won’t go without a fight ,
I stand down to no one ,
I KISS NOBODY ASS ,
Not gonna get in my bag ,
Not gonna let y’all tear me down ,
Nah you not gonna get in my head ,
I believe no one ,
I trust no one ,
EVERYBODY I TRUSTED TRUNED SNAKE ,
Everybody truned into an opp ,
I never switch on nobody you just showed me who you where & I move according,
Till this day I haven’t spoke on a lot of shit ,
That shit prolly gonna heal me ,
But I choose to stuffer with it ,
I’m choosing my own pain ,
I’m no longer gonna let y’all get me out of character,
I had enough going down to yall level ,
I hurt my own damn kids in the end ,
Because of what ,
I went through with my children,
& my self as a child ,
I thought me beING out the picture was best ,
Truth is worst mistake ,
I hate myself everyday for my choices ,
I wish I was a better person ,
I don’t write my story to make myself sound good ,
I wrote for me ,
One day my children would read this and maybe understand my path ,
I’m trying to be example of what not to be ,
I’m not scared to admit my wrong ,
I’m not ashamed to say I didn’t do everything right ,
I was young & I didn’t want my children to go through it with me so I gave them away I thought I was smart ,
I wasn’t it was dumb Asf ,
But it’s nothing I can do about that choice now ,
I felt like because I didn’t have my oldest ones I didn’t deserve my younger ones ?
So I just gave up that’s the truth ,
N I have to live with it I know ,
Not gonna get in my bag ….
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