CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Five minutes writing from the bottom
This sound different in the headphones but f**k it
Ayy, ayy
Fathers get surprised when they don't hear from you
Same fathers thinking that they lies just don't appear to you
Same fathers goin' through they lives without a shred of truth
Pained fathers cheatin' on they wives without a hint of guilt
Rest in peace to granny, to your brother, and your mama
My lessons sting 'cause family structure built around your drama
I'm sorry to my brothers as they grow up like I grew up
With a dungeon as they hell and they heaven in the sewers
Was eleven when I grew up
My mama told me "You hit rock bottom," I ain't even blink
Twice, I told you bout your problem bro, and you ain't even think
Twice smack across my f**kin' face and I can't even love right
My b*t*h ain't doin' nothing wrong and I can't even love right
My ink is begging for this song and I can't even love write
You throwin' chairs cross my room and all I got this one mic
I got a f**kin' gra** tattooed and I don't even love fight
I can't even find it in me
Ayy, ayy
I'm dodgin' you, my mama whinin' wit' me
I don't got the time to hit her
I don't got the patience for the love of my life
I say I trust her but I'm fakin' just to trudge through the night
I say I love her but I'm fakin' when I discover my plight
My whole perception of her changes when it's drugs in my sight
Or when it's drugs in her eyes
Or when she with b*t*hes I don't trust
Or when I venture too far
Or when it ventures too rough
And when these b*t*hes do call
I don't intend to pick up
I know these n***as get at you
I know one day you gon' get out
I push the truth to the South
This sh*t just flew through my mouth
This was no act in my doin' I don't know who this about
I don't know who gonna hear this
And I'm approaching eighteen
I'm losin' youth in my spirit
And I'm approaching gangrene
Just how I'm shooting my feet
I'm at a school I can't pay for
I'm off a boot I can't stay for
I'm with a group I ain't made for
I ask myself "What this pain for?"
I ask myself "What death waitin' on?"
I ask myself
Ayy, ayy
Fathers get surprised when they don't hear from you
Same fathers thinking that they lies just don't appear to you
Same fathers goin' through they lives without a shred of truth
Pained fathers cheatin' on they wives without a hint of guilt
Rest in peace to granny, to your brother, and your mama
My lessons sting 'cause family structure built around your drama
I'm sorry to my brothers as they grow up like I grew up
With a dungeon as they hell and they heaven in the sewers
Was eleven when I grew up
My mama told me "You hit rock bottom," I ain't even blink
Twice, I told you bout your problem bro, and you ain't even think
Twice smack across my f**kin' face and I can't even love right
My b*t*h ain't doin' nothing wrong and I can't even love right
My ink is begging for this song and I can't even love write
You throwin' chairs cross my room and all I got this one mic
I got a f**kin' gra** tattooed and I don't even love fight
I can't even find it in me
Ayy, ayy
I'm dodgin' you, my mama whinin' wit' me
I don't got the time to hit her
I don't got the patience for the love of my life
I say I trust her but I'm fakin' just to trudge through the night
I say I love her but I'm fakin' when I discover my plight
My whole perception of her changes when it's drugs in my sight
Or when it's drugs in her eyes
Or when she with b*t*hes I don't trust
Or when I venture too far
Or when it ventures too rough
And when these b*t*hes do call
I don't intend to pick up
I know these n***as get at you
I know one day you gon' get out
I push the truth to the South
This sh*t just flew through my mouth
This was no act in my doin' I don't know who this about
I don't know who gonna hear this
And I'm approaching eighteen
I'm losin' youth in my spirit
And I'm approaching gangrene
Just how I'm shooting my feet
I'm at a school I can't pay for
I'm off a boot I can't stay for
I'm with a group I ain't made for
I ask myself "What this pain for?"
I ask myself "What death waitin' on?"
I ask myself
