[Spoken]
This is only three-fourths of my issues, I ran through three rolls of Scott tissues
In a matter of minutes tryna wipe the tears away
Don't want to be bothered today, so you ain't gotta say, "Hey"
Fuck yo impression of me, so much aggression in me
While bitches walking round like this a beauty pageant, I was arrested at 14 shoplifting, ain't have shit
Yo, let's talk about the fucking hard life I had
Y'all grew up in Nikes, white tees and hell of Chanel bags
You should be glad you got a night pad
I couldn't afford a pad to put on my ass, so I was using my face rag
Yo, let's talk about the fucking hard life I had
I'm out here taking jabs, y'all out here doing the dab
I'm hoping one day in life, my father would take the tab for once
Haven't saw this nigga in months, 'cause he out here fucking 17 year olds in the butts
What the fuck, my nigga, you so disgust
Bitch ass nigga, you need some blush for making my tears flush
My own bro told me I couldn't rap
But look now, now I need to know which way to go for the next show, all the way across the map
"You just a lil black bitch who'll never be shit", remember? That's what you told me
But I am not buying that shit, that's not what you sold me
And the way you beat my ass from one wall to the next really makes me question yo sex
And did you do that to yo ex, or just that one moment you wanted to feel stronger than T-Rex?
Let me know, 'cause what if yo daughter grow up a ho?
Would you burn her with boiling hot water on the stove, or beat her like Kunta Kinte 'cause she's blacker than most?
You know what? That ass whooping was the best of my life
I'm feeling sorry for the lady you ever call wife
'Cause I got a funny taste in my mouth like peanut butter on rice
That I'ma catch you slipping one day, and I ain't talking no ice
And it won't be nice, it's gon' get real ugly
You 'posed to be the brother who love me and hug me
Not the one who picks me up by my neck, strangle me and shoves me
I know you think I don't matter
But as a individual, there's something special about me that stands out in circles like the donut wrapper
I'ma give you one second to count your blessings that you not in jail
Living in this house with you is so damn reckless, it feel like hell
But I'm off it, keep calm
Hey, mom, you really deserve every penny I make
When I look at you, I see my mother and father, let's call that a double take
You are so fucking great
You my superhero, you carry so much weight on your back you ain't even got room for a cape
You the only one who give me hope, and this the realist shit I ever wrote
Part four coming soon
