Rona

I come from the bottom I don't know a soul that made it out Tryna be the first one In the bean to make it out Ain't talking 'bout Young Dolph When I said I'm on a paper route I wanted so much money A machine was here to make it count I said fuck getting dip 'Cuz I needed stu time I was on a new grind Future looking dim And I needed new shine Y'all can see I'm making moves Even if a dude's blind Killing all these beats Like I did a new crime Getting it in with all my brothers I knew way back Wishing again that I can get them better days back When the only thing spinning Was our hair where your waves at Only thing getting all peeled back was a wave cap Now every day there's a chance I won't make it home My sister calls there's a chance I won't pick up my phone In the hood it's get the mic or you get the chrome I picked the mic to rap about my life I'm so sick of struggling My sisters in tears So done with wishing My mom was still here I'm so sick of hearing My music won't blow But watch when I get on the radio Gotta check my answering machine Got a couple missed calls Couple bitches texting me Yeah, the same ones that broke my heart And I know it makes no sense They heard I'm balling like I'm John Wall Gotta pass on you like a three from Pau Gasol I was broke, bitches thought I was a joke Now the sound of my voice Make all their panties soak I do it for my brothers And I do it for my folks Free Malik and Robert If you know me then you know And Corona cannot stop me I'm the illest on my soul My niggas really gangsta They be gripping on that pole Your name ain't ringing bells You ain't getting any pull Bitch my name be ringing bells Say Mike Eze and they know I'm so sick of struggling My sisters in tears So done with wishing My mom was still here I'm so sick of hearing My music won't blow But watch when I get on the radio I'm so sick of love songs, so tired of tears So done with wishin', you were still here Said, I'm so sick of love songs, so sad and slow So why can't I turn off the radio?