Scraps

[Verse 1] Babies killing babies People starving in Haiti Men nutting in women then disappear for the baby Promoters acting shady, a bunch of em no Brady Jail full of our brothers, 'cause fathers was way too lazy Real struggle been through the trenches You haven't lived my life Eat half the can good in the morning Then eat the other half at night They don't know about the fighting, they just know 100 likes I'm just tryna find the light, but this tunnel not too bright Big money with me, but don't shop at Givenchy I do not support them stores Remember times I ain't have a dime Me and best friend sharing clothes That's just how the shit go I don't stop, I just go All I thought was get it either way Never cared if I was called a hoe, that was irrelevant All got skeletons Feelings not delicate, so just settle it Brought out the ghetto, now tryna be elegant Dropped out, but the streets made me intelligent I done seen it all, so what's new? Been dogged out my whole life, like Snoop Niggas love lies, but they hate the truth I'm only at peace when I'm in the booth I don't trust none on my Moms Niggas life scammers and cons Niggas claim they gotta real bond 'til one get locked up with a bond Real preach, gotta talk to 'em like a speech And let a hoe tell anything I say I'm at her room door it ain't sweet And I hate my father in the worst way He forgot more than my birthday He ain't did shit since the first day Bird nigga let him chirp away It's hella times we done got kicked out Went from the box from living in a big house Can't forget the days tryna make a way Walked in the corner store for a discount [Hook] We was out there scrapping up quarters Backpack on the streets, like Dora Don't look down on others that's shorter Had mo tears than we had water We was out there scrapping up quarters Backpack on the streets, like Dora Don't look down on others that's shorter Had mo tears than we had water [Verse 2] What you know about not washing clothes in months? Or no tissue on the rod if your nose will run? No pot to shit in, so you hold the dump The problems we 'bout to face is the goal for Trump It's over, I ain't talking breakup man Why every time I need something phone breakup man? Why loved ones in the ground won't wake up man? 'Cause niggas gang, gang, gang They wanna shake up hands That ain't 'bout to make you look cooler Y'all making mo mistakes than bloopers Motherfuckers gotta think about they future These niggas perpetrators like Fuschia You know me I ain't holding shit in Real fucked up world that we live in That twenty dollars for her baby milk She done took that shit and done went and got a fill in Becomes repeatable, unbelievable Now she ain't got custody I hate it when people so agreeable Shorty cut it with the fuckery Dark skin or light skin, you still African-American Society got y'all fucked up, y'all out here comparing skin It's a fucking shame ain't shit change We ain't representing like we should 'Cause it still remain gotta tuck yo chain When you step a foot up in the hood (or get robbed) Make a way if you could, make sure yo fam good Ain't have a door to knock on when I needed help Just had hope knocking on wood Old folks intimidated by the generation 'Cause these youngins don't follow obligations Job application need pronounciation it was too much slang in the conversation Gotta get professional on the spot, that one shot is all you really got No Dalmatian fuck one house, I'm tryna own 101 spots [Hook] We was out there scrapping up quarters Backpack on the streets, like Dora Don't look down on others that's shorter Had mo tears than we had water We was out there scrapping up quarters Backpack on the streets, like Dora Don't look down on others that's shorter Had mo tears than we had water