Her Story (feat. Day Sulan)
Right back at you again and uhm
Tonight I'm bringing you something new
Something special
(Get ratchet ya bitch)
You see the highlights of a life was not as a teen
Baby girl was homeless, had a nigga thugging in the streets
18, running plays in the streets, dealing with them weirdos niggas
In-between family wasn't no real love she ever seen
Head beat, mentally depressed, baby was not what she seemed
Always gleam, kept a smile on the face, avoid the questioning
Even though apparent how she moved, she done seen some things
Prolly had some dreams, diminished by the luck of things
Reality, lost her way and started stripping
More pain, 13 and the fam yelling: prolly all you'll ever be
Ho-in', stripping in the streets, you'll be pregnant by 15
Said bet money, they bet money
Mama ain't have time for her
Daddy never cared for her
Never had the guidance, only downing words that's drowning her
Cut off from the world, shit was cold to her
Tried to kill herself but shit, it didn't work
Mama laughed, it broke her heart
Built from scabs, so pain don't hurt
Never built a day she worked
Hard to get it back when all they did was stomp it in the dirt
Now look at her, 21 and numb
She still feel pain but it don't bother her
Putting family first, even after all the dirt
Tonight I'm bringing you something new
Something special
(Get ratchet ya bitch)
You see the highlights of a life was not as a teen
Baby girl was homeless, had a nigga thugging in the streets
18, running plays in the streets, dealing with them weirdos niggas
In-between family wasn't no real love she ever seen
Head beat, mentally depressed, baby was not what she seemed
Always gleam, kept a smile on the face, avoid the questioning
Even though apparent how she moved, she done seen some things
Prolly had some dreams, diminished by the luck of things
Reality, lost her way and started stripping
More pain, 13 and the fam yelling: prolly all you'll ever be
Ho-in', stripping in the streets, you'll be pregnant by 15
Said bet money, they bet money
Mama ain't have time for her
Daddy never cared for her
Never had the guidance, only downing words that's drowning her
Cut off from the world, shit was cold to her
Tried to kill herself but shit, it didn't work
Mama laughed, it broke her heart
Built from scabs, so pain don't hurt
Never built a day she worked
Hard to get it back when all they did was stomp it in the dirt
Now look at her, 21 and numb
She still feel pain but it don't bother her
Putting family first, even after all the dirt
Credits
Writer(s): Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Jonathan Fitzgeral Cuskey, Daysha Jewel-thanh Morgan, Dashone Wright
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