Reality, Pt. 3

Lyrics

This is only three-fourths of my issues, I ran through three rolls of Scott tissues In a matter of minutes tryna wipe the tears away, don't want to be bothered today, so you ain't gotta say "Hey" Fuck yo impression of me, so much aggression in me While bitches walking round like this a beauty pageant, I was arrested at 14 shoplifting, ain't have shit Yo, let's talk about the fucking hard life I had Y'all grew up in Nikes, white tees, and hell of Chanel bags You should be glad you got a night pad I couldn't afford a pad to put on my ass, so I was using my face rag Yo, let's talk about the fucking hard life I had I'm out here taking jabs, y'all out here doing the dab I'm hoping one day in life, my father would take the tab for once Haven't saw this nigga in months, 'cause he out here fucking 17 year olds in the butts What the fuck, my nigga, you so disgust Bitch ass nigga, you need some blush for making my tears flush My own bro told me I couldn't rap, but look now Now I need to know which way to go for the next show, all the way across the map "You just a lil black bitch who'll never be shit", remember, that's what you told me? But I am not buying that shit, that's not what you sold me And the way you beat my ass from one wall to the next really makes me question yo sex And did you do that to yo ex, or just that one moment you wanted to feel stronger than T-Rex? Let me know, cause what if yo daughter grow up a hoe? Would you burn her with boiling hot water on the stove, or beat her like Kunta Kinte cause she's blacker than most? You know what? That ass whooping was the best of my life I'm feeling sorry for the lady you ever call wife 'Cause I got a funny taste in my mouth like peanut butter on rice That I'm a catch you slipping one day, and I ain't talking no ice And it won't be nice, it's gon' get real ugly You 'posed to be the brother who love me and hug me Not the one who picks me up by my neck strangle me and shoves me I know you think I don't matter, but as a individual, there's something special about me that stands out in circles like the donut wrapper I'ma give you one second to count your blessings that you not in jail Living in this house with you is so damn reckless, it feel like hell But I'm off it, keep calm Hey, Mom, you really deserve every penny I make When I look at you, I see my mother and father, let's call that a double takewhen You are so fucking great, you my superhero You carry so much weight on your back, you ain't even got room for a cape You the only one who give me hope, and this the realist shit I ever wrote Part four coming soon