Lyrics

Multitasking, tryna bring a bag in
My bad
I can't shoot the shxt and discuss the latest fashions
Indecisive, got some vices
Tryna slay them dragons
Cut some people off
But too thorough to say what happened
Lost my phucking grams, now my fam split
Ain't talkin' to Amber
I'm like, "damn, bxtch! Wuzzamp, bxtch?"
You was like my closest cousin
Lost Auntie Sandra
She was the one that would hold us up when
We fell down
Now all we doing is holding grudges
Fuck it, I feel like Ahmad off of Soul Food
While sipping liquor
My liver feel like an old prune
Ain't been inspired lately
Can't out do my old tunes
Back when I was carefree
Got on tracks and bared me
Now I'm feelin' terribly
Probably need some therapy
Probably need Betty Ford
Too addicted, ain't ready for it
Phone stay on silent
Don't answer, they call me petty for it
Living on the edge, no breaks
I'm phucking headed towards it
Phucking like a sex addict, and though I'm best at it
I know it ain't the best habit
Just do it cause I'm lonely
Cheated on the only man that held me down
Now he don't want me
Yeah, I smile for the gram
But this the type of shit you don't see
Drinking and driving
Jesus took the wheel
Totaled my car
I'm still in awe that I wasn't killed
Just like my fans are still in awe that I don't have a deal
This game's so pxssy
And my albums are like Vagisil
But rapping skills don't mean too much in today's time
So I ghost wrote many of they lines
I play fine while I drown in this liquor
I could drain me a river
Supposed to be Nas or be Jigga
Instead, I be up like Miss Rippa
Early, while soaking this fifth up
Lighting this shit up
The plight of a talented artist
Target a spiteful-ass ****
Don't wanna end up working at Trader Joe's
Like Alvin off the Cosby's
But sadly, I realized that no one got me like I got me
Miss when shxt was just a hobby
Listenin' to Foxy
Lil' Kim and Lauryn
Back before I had them warrants
Back when rap wasn't about who rocked the newest garments
How the phuck I'm supposed to make a album when I'm still mourning
My grandmother and her precious child
On top of finding out my Daddy was a pedophile
I wrote "Dear Father" without knowing he was phucking foul
Fans tell me that's their favorite shxt
And I can't even play the shxt
Mama popping pills got me feelin' like I babysit
Same day I brought my first house
Found her OD'd in her house
So much shit I'm hurt bout, thought I was in love
But I'm glad that shxt ain't work out
That love shxt, still ain't sure 'bout
Claimed we would be married
Found out I was pregnant
And I phucking miscarried
Admit, was a bit happy
Love kids like I'm Trick Daddy
But shxt in this sick, nappy head of mine
Won't convince me that they'll be fine
'Cause I had no example
Prayers, I need ample
I'm sorry Bink, just spitting what I think
Don't mean to ramble
Need to shrink, my life in shambles
Shxt get so hard to handle
Staring at Miss Lillie's pictures sitting on this mantle
Same place I thought I sit my Grammy
Instead I got my pistol sitting on his bitch
Make me wanna grab my chrome and clip
Put it to my dome and dip
Then I think that's phony shxt
Just like my daddy did
I won't be like they phony bxtch
Miss me with they homie shxt
Lately I been lonely shxt
Can't think of much to cheer me up besides getting rich
Lately I had nightmares of ending up just like Nip
Let me take a sip, I must get a grip
Limo tint on whip, rarely in the VIP
Cause I don't wanna be the next rapper that they post rip
Following my hashtag
I must get this cash fast
My city like Baghdad
Can't focus on ASCAP
This for me is past rap
I must get the last laugh
Barrel full of bad crabs
Hold up wait, slash that
Barrel full of underprivileged negus on the cash grab
Been this way since back, back
Pistol in my knapsack
Where I'm from you rarely see 21 like Black Jack
Girls act like Katstacks
They don't know where that at
Grew up on the fast track
My best friend got track marks
Listen to Maria, I'm like, "when the fuck did that start?"
I ain't even get to the sad part
Ain't even get to the sad part
Written by: Roosevelt Harrell III, Samantha Davon James
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