My little nigga fourteen... Got his hand on the forty with the infrared beam His daddy locked up and his mama is a fiend Catch her trickin' on the corner, knees dirty on her jeans At night he never dreams cause he hardly ever sleep Layin' in the bed facin' someone else's feet So late night he creep, walk around these streets With the same hoodie on, he been wearin' for a week He wants something to eat, and his sneaks so scuffed Just lookin' in his eyes, you can tell he livin' rough Standing outside a gas station puffin' on a loosie Dropped outta school cause his peers appeared bougie And they wear gucci, and shit that rappers talk Robbed an old lady but his ass got caught Will he get out, man I really don't know bro I hope I'll find out after the guitar solo
After the guitar solo... The guitar solo... After the guitar solo... The guitar solo...
This little girl pregnant man she only fourteen Bust in by an older nigga, lack of self-esteem Her mom's a gold-digger, and her dad is not around Last time she saw him he took her to Belle Isle A child with a child and her mama don't care Another bridge card gon' put her on welfare Baby daddy say he got her, prolly won't succeed Cause he bought a pair of cardi's 'stead of reing-up the weed His dream is a cutty with some rims on that bitch Is that the type of man you want raising your kids? So now you ditch class cause your belly getting bigger And every other day yo' mama fuck another nigga So what she gonna do is find herself a drug dealer Her dream and goal in life is to be saved by a nigga And will she get far? I really don't know bro I hope I find out after the guitar solo
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