I was 16, I had my first child God blessed me with a son I was 18, I had my second baby A daughter and now I need a gun Tell me how the fuck this happened? We was young, dumb having fun My baby daddy was a deadbeat That was eight-year long run I really made it from nothing These bitches be bluffing They never slept on a floor They never been to a bando I stashed pounds in a Honda door (nah) I remember I ain't had shit Now I got it, I still want more I put the city up on my back And I'm from bluff, so I'm ripping my foe I ain't new to this, but I'm true to this I read a bitch like a eulogist They talking about me on the internet But I've been that bitch, I'm used to this Back in 2010, I was punching clocks Now my wristwatch like a cooler kit Same people that was laughing at me Y'all on my pay saying you shit I'ma just dig a lil' deeper Got kicked out, I was living with kids That was my nigga for life, but shit fell apart When Laceria came in our life I can't trust bitches, these fuck bitches They floss shit for them duck bitches I was down bad when she snaked me Still bounce back, y'all hoes can't fuck with me Few years later, met a ball player Sway made me hate ball player Bad break-ups make you wake up Now all I know is ball player Nephilim got me some money Now he see me up, and it's making him sick, yeah I tried fucking with a nice guy But I love me a nigga with bricks All this glow just pivot Killing his hoe, he hate it You see a bitch really made it Now you wanna run and tell people we dated I know this money won't leave me I done get greedy, chase the bag like I need it Flip the stack, repeat it Need the green like I'm vegan Hands itching I'm feinin' Neck hitting, I'm bussin' (ice) Slip watch it's Tussin' Ain't a nigga I'm trusting Ass fat, he loves it You can look but no touching I ain't used to have dime New Chanel cost a dime I spend it all the time Bad bitches made a promise If I want your nigga then he mine I ain't tryna brag But I'm from the bottom and I came a long way Got my baby Daddy mad, I don't fuck with him Hope we can get along someday My ex nigga tripping, see me and my new nigga going dumb I might post me counting up a hundred But all these bitches hate to see me done I was 16, I had my first child God blessed me with a son I was 18, I had my second baby A daughter and now I need a gun Tell me how the fuck this happened? We was young, dumb, having fun My baby daddy was a deadbeat That was eight-year long runTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
