Her Story (feat. Day Sulan)

Right back at you again and uhm Tonight I'm bringing you something new Something special (Get ratchet ya bitch) You see the highlights of a life was not as a teen Baby girl was homeless, had a nigga thugging in the streets 18, running plays in the streets, dealing with them weirdos niggas In-between family wasn't no real love she ever seen Head beat, mentally depressed, baby was not what she seemed Always gleam, kept a smile on the face, avoid the questioning Even though apparent how she moved, she done seen some things Prolly had some dreams, diminished by the luck of things Reality, lost her way and started stripping More pain, 13 and the fam yelling: prolly all you'll ever be Ho-in', stripping in the streets, you'll be pregnant by 15 Said bet money, they bet money Mama ain't have time for her Daddy never cared for her Never had the guidance, only downing words that's drowning her Cut off from the world, shit was cold to her Tried to kill herself but shit, it didn't work Mama laughed, it broke her heart Built from scabs, so pain don't hurt Never built a day she worked Hard to get it back when all they did was stomp it in the dirt Now look at her, 21 and numb She still feel pain but it don't bother her Putting family first, even after all the dirt