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My life (Uncensored)
Momma never told me there'd be days like this.
She aint inform me every morning I'd awaken stressed
Like a janitor, sifting through the bullshit. Got me fucking pissed.
And if life supposed to be a blessing why da hell I'm stressed to death!?
Told to maintain patience through probation, but shit I got 20 left.
And chasing to remain in the same financial situation got me outta breath.
Tryna stretch dez nothing ass checks till the ends is met.
Man dez jobs is a joke dey aint making cents.
And I just wanna feed my kids. I aint tryna make it rich.
Ties cut wit my pups, yet and still I try my best to build relationships.
Risking my freedom just to feed em, but complaints is all the thanks I get.
And da FEDS and da State, dey a fucking trip!
Timed served and they got the nerve to still wanna see me sit,
12 year old cases and they still tryna make em stick!
Got me in my bag wit dis mask 4pound and a pocket fulla zips.
Tryna provide meals for my kids and hold it down. I ont do it for da trilla shit!
3X felon, society aint showing me no fucking sypathy so literally I gotta muscle it!!
A million responsibilities in front of me wit only two hands to juggle it
She aint inform me every morning I'd awaken stressed
Like a janitor, sifting through the bullshit. Got me fucking pissed.
And if life supposed to be a blessing why da hell I'm stressed to death!?
Told to maintain patience through probation, but shit I got 20 left.
And chasing to remain in the same financial situation got me outta breath.
Tryna stretch dez nothing ass checks till the ends is met.
Man dez jobs is a joke dey aint making cents.
And I just wanna feed my kids. I aint tryna make it rich.
Ties cut wit my pups, yet and still I try my best to build relationships.
Risking my freedom just to feed em, but complaints is all the thanks I get.
And da FEDS and da State, dey a fucking trip!
Timed served and they got the nerve to still wanna see me sit,
12 year old cases and they still tryna make em stick!
Got me in my bag wit dis mask 4pound and a pocket fulla zips.
Tryna provide meals for my kids and hold it down. I ont do it for da trilla shit!
3X felon, society aint showing me no fucking sypathy so literally I gotta muscle it!!
A million responsibilities in front of me wit only two hands to juggle it
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