Million Dollar Baby II
I remember it was long nights in hallways, I'm talking broad days
Wit no lights, we went through hella fights, But shit was never right
Ma'am strapped, I'm talkin extra tight, She made a sacrifice, just ta get her family right
Everyday a livin' struggle, but we made it out that jungle
Linda said boy just be humble
Too young ta say I miss you, only 6 just grabbed a tissue
Dropping tears not even knowing it's the pain from Linda dying
I can feel it in my chest, but I'm to tough for all the crying
Told Son-Son I'm going make it, shit was vivid
The hurt all in his voice, While on the phone. I only listened
A Million Dollar Story I had ta tell it more in depth, 13 when it happened
Shit was tragic, Son-Son's death
Father gave me ashes from his passes, Got his presence
Time is of the essence, so I'm counting all my blessings
Cancer is a bitch, swear that y'all really goin feel this
And I been stating facts, ain't wit the acts, but y'all knew that
Still got the white man mad because I'm black still fuckin' daughters from the back.
Yeah I said it don't lose track, I told y'all I was giving facts
Yeah I said it don't lose track, I told y'all I was giving facts
Yeah I said it don't lose track, I told y'all I was giving facts
I took my last ride with Vicky up ta Philly
I Got my first whip and set a trip, So she could dip
Thinking nothing of it when I saw her with that limp
Down ta her last but wanted us ta take the dollars
Told Granna stop the stressin, cause you know that I got us
Born a straight hustler so I got to the profit
But how did them dollars turn ta all of ya last hollers
That shit was so painful, had me watching just in silence
I needed y'all guidance, how did I catch me a case
12 all in my face, talkin' bout all these rights
But I was just smokin' trynna get through all these nights
Cause it's hard for me to sleep since y'all never in sight
Just like I expected, prayed the shit was alright
Still trynna see a future, wasn't trynna see the shooter
Came from nothing, I was hungry had to get it
It's survival of the fittest, Shit I'm telling it's the realest
Ain't get the motion but got the picture, Gang
It's survival of the fittest, shit I'm telling is the realest
Million Dollar Baby
Yeah
Million Dollar Baby
Wit no lights, we went through hella fights, But shit was never right
Ma'am strapped, I'm talkin extra tight, She made a sacrifice, just ta get her family right
Everyday a livin' struggle, but we made it out that jungle
Linda said boy just be humble
Too young ta say I miss you, only 6 just grabbed a tissue
Dropping tears not even knowing it's the pain from Linda dying
I can feel it in my chest, but I'm to tough for all the crying
Told Son-Son I'm going make it, shit was vivid
The hurt all in his voice, While on the phone. I only listened
A Million Dollar Story I had ta tell it more in depth, 13 when it happened
Shit was tragic, Son-Son's death
Father gave me ashes from his passes, Got his presence
Time is of the essence, so I'm counting all my blessings
Cancer is a bitch, swear that y'all really goin feel this
And I been stating facts, ain't wit the acts, but y'all knew that
Still got the white man mad because I'm black still fuckin' daughters from the back.
Yeah I said it don't lose track, I told y'all I was giving facts
Yeah I said it don't lose track, I told y'all I was giving facts
Yeah I said it don't lose track, I told y'all I was giving facts
I took my last ride with Vicky up ta Philly
I Got my first whip and set a trip, So she could dip
Thinking nothing of it when I saw her with that limp
Down ta her last but wanted us ta take the dollars
Told Granna stop the stressin, cause you know that I got us
Born a straight hustler so I got to the profit
But how did them dollars turn ta all of ya last hollers
That shit was so painful, had me watching just in silence
I needed y'all guidance, how did I catch me a case
12 all in my face, talkin' bout all these rights
But I was just smokin' trynna get through all these nights
Cause it's hard for me to sleep since y'all never in sight
Just like I expected, prayed the shit was alright
Still trynna see a future, wasn't trynna see the shooter
Came from nothing, I was hungry had to get it
It's survival of the fittest, Shit I'm telling it's the realest
Ain't get the motion but got the picture, Gang
It's survival of the fittest, shit I'm telling is the realest
Million Dollar Baby
Yeah
Million Dollar Baby
Credits
Writer(s): Kenard Joy
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