Reality, Pt. 1

[Intro]

Alright y'all, so dont judge me, 'cause I'm finna dope dealer this shit

[Verse]

Sometime I feel like nobody's never here

Wondering, "Should I love?", or wondering, "Should I fear?"

I got a dream like Dr. King and Kendrick

Kendrick Lamar, man, the best nigga up in it

See, I been homeless for some years, no family would take us in

Bouncing through hella shelters, wishing everything would end

Mama like, "Lord Jesus, please just help us"

But, in reality, He was the only one who helped us

I'm only 16, giving my pussy up already

Maybe 'cause I got a fucking deadbeat daddy

Some days I'm coming home with shit to eat

It's like everybody sitting on the bus, but I ain't got a seat

I was a shampoo girl, but my boss kept fucking with me

So I quit, but now I wish I stayed and let her kept fucking with me

'Cause there wasn't no income coming in

Dad, you a pastor, but not taking care of your kids is a fucking sin

Sometime I want the fast money like a prostitute

But them diseases, they don't come optional

I try to keep my secrets hidden in a box or two

But I'ma leave fucking for money to a prostitute

Not to disappoint anybody, but I hate school

Them bitches hate on me and thought that I was never cool

So I'ma keep cool, 'cause I could get rude

But I'ma move on and try to keep my ass in school

See, growing up as a teen, nobody liked me

'Cause I'm that pretty bitch, so everybody wanna fight me

I asked a nigga like, "Can you get my hair done?"

He said, "When you let me fuck, I could get your hair done"

And I said, "Close the book, that's the end"

Never will I ask again a helpless ass nigga for a quick money loan to lend

But then the struggles

I even tried to hustle, playing tough without the muscle

Selling 8-balls into doubles

But they say it's nothing like coming home

So I came home and thought about my reality

I said I thought about my reality

One more time, I said I thought about my reality and wrote this song, P.S.