Tekst Utworu

(Jwestbeats) Ayy, Elaye, you countin' up Ayy, Foreign My heart, it love, so why the fuck would I hate? They try to tell me open up, but I don't have what it take Them doctors try to save my brother, but the shit was too late My birthday August 22nd, bitch, we ain't get no cake They try to tell me that I'm stupid, bitch, I'm stuck in my ways Them teachers kick me outta school because I couldn't behave Ayy, nine-to-five I'm steady working, bitch, I feel like a slave Can't tell me shit, don't know my pain Ayy, that's my blood in them cages I say them folks don't understand me, ain't walked a mile in my shoes You ain't seen the shit I did, and you don't what I know Don't understand me, ayy, this the struggle for real My momma in there fucking stressing 'cause she late on the bills But you go step like you don't care, bitch, you showed me the truth I speak my pain to these tracks now talk yo' shit in the booth If we ain't never had shit, bitch, we always had a roof I see new people come around, now put yourself up to use They criticize me talking down, but these folks don't know shit I'm out them projects out that gutta, out the 4-block them bricks You stole some money, hoe, you tweaking, what, you thought you was slick? Move to the A 2015, bitch, we was bummed with shit My eyes is hurting, bitch, it's bleeding from the things I done seen I'm seventeen taking these drugs I mix that Sprite with some lean I went to school, them bitches laughing I got two pair of jeans 2011, lost my cousin, left her dead on the scene In this pain, it never go-oh I'm down on my last, I'm feeling low-oh They don't even know what they did to me Life is just a game to me My heart, it love, so why the fuck would I hate? They try to tell me open up, but I don't have what it take Them doctors try to save my brother but the shit was too late My birthday August 22nd, bitch, we ain't get no cake They try to tell me that I'm stupid, bitch, I'm stuck in my ways Them teachers kick me outta school because I couldn't behave Ayy, nine-to-five I'm steady working, bitch, I feel like a slave Can't tell me shit, don't know my pain, ayy, that's my blood in them cages I say them folks don't understand me, ain't walked a mile in my shoes You ain't seen the shit I did, and you don't what I know Don't understand me, ayy, this the struggle for real My momma in there fucking stressing 'cause she late on the bills
Writer(s): Harry Westlake, Slatt Zy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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