Unfortunately (feat. June)

I apologize for my ignorance
It is what it is
I'm all in and I ain't tripping though
I know my little girly face love me to death
These the sacrifices a nigga gotta make though on behalf of this gangland

Motor mouthing, snitching should be against the law
.40 with dick and balls, but he ain't get it off
Oppositions zero'd in, and started getting off
The loss was significant when they picked 'em off
I gave dooters the scissors, time to risk it all
I'm buying all the hand cannons, broom sticks and all
You gon' feel where I'm coming from when you get the call
My partner would probably talk before he call

That's why the game is like it is, it ain't like it was
I was tryna find myself they signed me up
Skeletons in my closet, I be hiding from
Blood was supposed to be my brother, but I lined 'em up
Help me count all this guala that I done finally touched
We come from nothing, so it feel like it's more than enough
Bank statements going brazy, it's more in the cuts
Since I'm up, I gotta show the unfortunate love

If he ain't talking care of home, it's unfortunate, love
You raise the children on your own, it's unfortunate, love
If he ain't talking care of home, it's unfortunate, love
You raise the children on your own, it's unfortunate, love

Unfortunately
I was just tryna get my feet wet then that water rose knee-deep
I done fell in love with the streets, but the streets really don't love me
But it's gon' be alright though, it's gon' be alright though
I'm visualizing a better life with my eyes closed
Waking up and I'm still up in the struggle

The struggle really real, I'm realistically in it
Lost people that I love, realistically tripping
Auntie looking for a vein, told me to mind my business
I look the other way because it's too horrific to vision
They tamper with your freedom once niggas is in the system
Contaminated liquid, this shit been eating my system
They know it's 1 Up Top, his partner real apprehensive
Snitching is prohibited, nor is it recommended

The lawyer that represent me charge an arm and a leg
He understand the circumstances, so he partially paid
They put my hood in bold letters, every article made
Thank me later
I'm a part of the blame, yeah, I'm a part of the blame
Who really sane with all this pain we enduring
Why socialize if you ain't paying me for it?
Gotta pay on this foreign
On top of that, a nigga late on his rent
That's why you 'posed to stack more than you spend

Unfortunately
I was just tryna get my feet wet then that water rose knee-deep
I done fell in love with the streets, but the streets really don't love me
But it's gon' be alright though, it's gon' be alright though
I'm visualizing a better life with my eyes closed
Waking up and I'm still up in the struggle



Credits
Writer(s): Charles Washington, Timothy Patterson
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