After You Left

[Produced by McCallaman & Louie Lastic] [Intro] Hi there **, was wondering when you were coming, I haven't heard from you all day, so call me back k, love you, bye [Verse] I made a hunnit thousand dollars this year, yeah That still don't mean shit My cousin Geetchie and his baby mother got into an accident And lost her baby and we talkin' 'bout this nigga Bruce a lady That ain't shit, nigga, huh DC niggas legit now, yeah See Black kids gettin' killed by cops White man wanna shoot us down, niggas started sellin' rock And who the fuck can stop us now? My nigga, we ain't shit, nigga My old bitch lost a baby too Ain't know what the fuck to do Right before the first tape Almost killed a nigga for some Foams And quit this rappin' just to buy her shit Y'all niggas don't know this shit Landover and smoke and dip Ain't even the half of it Half a father, half a bitch, a half a brick And have a bit of hope can take you far, shit And this just the intro, nigga, I ain't even spazzin' yet We ain't even make it yet Talk to me like I'm that nigga, ask me who I'm fuckin' now Momma can't go to family functions, they ask if I'm around Shout my cousin Tiana and bless her, bless her family too Look at the nigga, look at the boy that I had grew into The pressure of fame is gettin' to me already I can't tell Shakir to stop fuckin' around with Setea I can't tell my mama I ain't go to school for Setea I can't tell Setea I fell in love wit Rahwa first Do you understand how much that shit might fuckin' hurt? That I put her ass third and my city first? I never trust that nigga Que, aye fuck I do to you? And fuck dat nigga Gleesh too, you ain't bulletproof Mo' money, mo' bitches, equal no problems My cardiac be acting funny and my soul follows Went to go-gos, to meet hoes, wit' no fathers Now my path righteous wit' a light and gold bottles I never thought I'd be the nigga reppin' westside The crips love a nigga, say they rep the best side Ill-rock, West Baltimore, you can meet the Lord See his physical features, delete you when you meet the God Me and my father, we started speakin' Hate my uncle on my mama side, we started beefin' Kicked me out house, yeah I was homeless, wasn't eatin' Robbin', never gave a fuck about a job and Trappin' wit my nigga Sam and start romancin' Kali, we were gon' get married, move to Cali Porrah, Porrah yeah you drive me crazy Why you leave me, baby? Yeah, why you leave me, baby?