Lonely Girl Dreams (Freestyle)

What life has done to those like you and me Yeah yeah Yo listen Just know I've been going through The hardest shit Got thrown in jail Jumped Robbed Hit by a car And shit Most would give up With the bad luck And all the scars of it They never got my face Thank God I take harder hits And take the pain And make gain And make large of it Survival's been a part Of my names reign I'll never quit storming I'll take your lightning And your bolt so just screw These nuts ain't pushing They get wounded And get caught up My scars are magic Like I'm Harry Potter's daughter Or better yet his father Who re-birthed and served cowards With the thought of Turning repression into power There's nothing you can do to me You gotta kill me first And I don't even live in your world uhuh These street similar similac Babies won't grow So they stunt scheme and thieve All while weakening Your tangible dreams The biggest fear you should have Is not eating your dreams Cause it's the people Got small Killing your life and your means They say the streets are so cold They getting by with do you Yet Hip Hop idols Barbie and gangster We came to By self-destruction Gangster is the perfect entertainer No wonder he can't find a good woman And maintain her Free speech and free choice What pictures are we carving? Barbie's fake occupations Leaving real girls starving Not to mention What they'll do for the fake That will scar them Just feed them your actuality They're far from Write their worth off with you Besides you got spun No pain no gain Is how it is Is what you done done And she's a model But my talents Will never stop walking runway Clearly, sell-out attitude And flesh Is only one way They wonder why I mention girls Instead of taking their man's Because I know like Obama Mama Yes I can Teleprompter, if I only had A studio in my head I'd skip the in-between And broadcast you instead But this code-red thing called society Needs an interview Before they can hire me Before birth mom Saw me flickering light At the end of her tunnel Ever since I heard it young My dreams could never be funneled Or bottled or model or follow Just hollow And Lonely Girl Dreams it seems And Lonely Girl Dreams it seems