Lyrics

Y'all was never present back when I was goin' through it Convos with my mama like, "One day, we gon' get through this" I would put it in my music, I was on the radio Now these motherfuckers tryna act like they ain't play me though I been on my grind, nights without my parents Y'all don't understand, I was so fuckin' embarrassed My house was never furnished, we were sleepin' on a terrace And my house was filled with roaches but that shit, I finally cherish You know how it feel when you nappin' for your dinner And you know how it feel with no jackets in the winter I would heat myself on the stove, fu-fu-fuck it, we were so broke And I ain't never had shit, that's why I do this all on my own Yeah, I do this all on my own: write, record every song Bitch, I'm poppin' Finna pop in the next three years top when I drop this shit I'm never backin' down I used to wish I was different but guess what they askin' now? Traphouse tryna make a livin', lemme get it I've been in and out the city for a minute, tryna make it, I'm gone And you don't really know what I be on And you don't really know who I am I remember nights sleepin' on the floor Those days turned me to the motherfuckin' man You never had rodents as your roommates Songs hot, world's cold, damn this life two-faced I been goin' through it, you ain't know the half Future lookin' straight no rubbernecking on my past Look, 13 and I'm prayin', "God, don't take away my mother" We got memories to make still, I got sister and a brother We got doctors sayin' they don't have the answers They ain't never seen that shit before Mom and Dad keep flyin' out of state They keep comin' back with nothin' more Finally, they had to amputate, scared as hell that I'd lose her She put on a happy face, taught me how to be a trooper She a true survivor, she the reason I just keep it level, keep it even I got faith and I just keep believing people changin' with the seasons Try to tell you what you been through, try to tell you who you are People talk a lot of talk, they could never walk a mile Ever had your friends all in a courtroom? Ever had to sit across the aisle? People fakin' all their fuckin' problems I just learned to fake a fuckin' smile, yeah And you don't really know what I be on And you don't really know who I am I remember nights sleepin' on the floor Those days turned me to the motherfuckin' man You never had rodents as your roommates Songs hot, world's cold, damn this life two-faced I been goin' through it, you ain't know the half Future lookin' straight no rubbernecking on my past
Writer(s): Will Adams, Allan Pineda, Celia Victorine Faussart, Kim Hill, Dante Smith, Helene Martine Faussart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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