Kristy's Outro
I'm a pimp see
Flossing and bossing just like a pimp be
Self aware like a motherfucker, shawty you can't simp me
I'm simply, stacking green so I won't go empty
Been doing my own pedicures, savings been looking tempting
I been thunder, so bitches wonder how I done came up
Hit the trenches just get this fire up out my chamber
See my city going through changes every time I be home
Tryna keep connects and ties strong since I been gone
Brought up on the block of the greatest, and I'm the latest
I'm a west end blessing and ain't shit changing
I get shit banging, yeah
Kristy would be proud of me, wish she could see the result of my upbringing
Coming out of Tony's with Grippos and a Tahitian bitch
My granny too dawg, wish she could see this shit
Would tell me I'm too big for my britches, but would still feed me shit
Would talk about my nails and my clothes and how they don't even fit
Send me money when I was pressed for them dollars
Reciting Crunchy Black on popping my collar
Witnessing them ballers stuntin' in them Impalas
Who woulda thought Shante would grow up to be a fucking problem
Me, talk about the shit you don't see
Liquor stores line the road of the side of town where I be
Dollar trees be a sign of borderline poverty
Bandos, hella run down stores and properties
Gentrifying broadway, yeah ain't no stopping these
White folks tearing down Beacher, came up off of them bleachers
Got in good with my teachers and started writing some of that poetry
Backseat of that Honda listening to Heather and Floetry
Niggas know it's me
No KFC, we fuck with Indi's here
Saying hurr, curr, bitch I durr you all up in up in your ear
West End got these folks filled with fear
But they don't even know the type of folks that live over here
Bitch I come from Greenwood and Cecil, getting bussed out to Shively
Everything was cool long as I had my niggas beside me
And the folks on Muhammed Ali B-L-V-D
There ain't a motherfucking thing you ever could say to me
Like uhh
I got it like that, I'm from the L-O-U 502, carry that shit on my back
My brother got it tatted so these niggas won't ever forget
Next time you speak about my city show some fucking respect, bitch
You heard me say "uhh" I got it like- man
This is the closest I could get man
Rip Kristy, RIP my granny, RIP MS. Sandy
Going home ain't never been the same since 2013
Shoutout to Shawnee summer camp
Shoutout to that fine ass counselor who had with them gold fangs, I hope he doing aiight
Shoutout Flamin' Hots and Tahitians from Tony's
Shoutout to the Derby
shoutout to the Dirt Bowl
Shoutout to Chickasaw Park
Shoutout to them bus drivers cussing our mommas out when we missed our stops
Shoutout to elementary school breakfast, I heard that shit don't hit the same
Shoutout to y'all combining y'all baby daddy's names with y'all names to make y'all baby's names
Shoutout to Broadway
Shoutout to Newburg
Shoutout to Shively
Shoutout to all the girls around the city on this rap shit
Shoutout to Indi's Chicken, RIP Jacks
Shoutout to everybody that came up from Ms. Sandy's
And shoutout to the West End, the motherfucking best end bitch
Flossing and bossing just like a pimp be
Self aware like a motherfucker, shawty you can't simp me
I'm simply, stacking green so I won't go empty
Been doing my own pedicures, savings been looking tempting
I been thunder, so bitches wonder how I done came up
Hit the trenches just get this fire up out my chamber
See my city going through changes every time I be home
Tryna keep connects and ties strong since I been gone
Brought up on the block of the greatest, and I'm the latest
I'm a west end blessing and ain't shit changing
I get shit banging, yeah
Kristy would be proud of me, wish she could see the result of my upbringing
Coming out of Tony's with Grippos and a Tahitian bitch
My granny too dawg, wish she could see this shit
Would tell me I'm too big for my britches, but would still feed me shit
Would talk about my nails and my clothes and how they don't even fit
Send me money when I was pressed for them dollars
Reciting Crunchy Black on popping my collar
Witnessing them ballers stuntin' in them Impalas
Who woulda thought Shante would grow up to be a fucking problem
Me, talk about the shit you don't see
Liquor stores line the road of the side of town where I be
Dollar trees be a sign of borderline poverty
Bandos, hella run down stores and properties
Gentrifying broadway, yeah ain't no stopping these
White folks tearing down Beacher, came up off of them bleachers
Got in good with my teachers and started writing some of that poetry
Backseat of that Honda listening to Heather and Floetry
Niggas know it's me
No KFC, we fuck with Indi's here
Saying hurr, curr, bitch I durr you all up in up in your ear
West End got these folks filled with fear
But they don't even know the type of folks that live over here
Bitch I come from Greenwood and Cecil, getting bussed out to Shively
Everything was cool long as I had my niggas beside me
And the folks on Muhammed Ali B-L-V-D
There ain't a motherfucking thing you ever could say to me
Like uhh
I got it like that, I'm from the L-O-U 502, carry that shit on my back
My brother got it tatted so these niggas won't ever forget
Next time you speak about my city show some fucking respect, bitch
You heard me say "uhh" I got it like- man
This is the closest I could get man
Rip Kristy, RIP my granny, RIP MS. Sandy
Going home ain't never been the same since 2013
Shoutout to Shawnee summer camp
Shoutout to that fine ass counselor who had with them gold fangs, I hope he doing aiight
Shoutout Flamin' Hots and Tahitians from Tony's
Shoutout to the Derby
shoutout to the Dirt Bowl
Shoutout to Chickasaw Park
Shoutout to them bus drivers cussing our mommas out when we missed our stops
Shoutout to elementary school breakfast, I heard that shit don't hit the same
Shoutout to y'all combining y'all baby daddy's names with y'all names to make y'all baby's names
Shoutout to Broadway
Shoutout to Newburg
Shoutout to Shively
Shoutout to all the girls around the city on this rap shit
Shoutout to Indi's Chicken, RIP Jacks
Shoutout to everybody that came up from Ms. Sandy's
And shoutout to the West End, the motherfucking best end bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Sierra Walton
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