Chicken Fingers (feat. Vivi)
The smell of chicken fingers lingers when she end her shift
Bike to her apartment, climb the stairs up to the fifth
Sounds of gunshots at night got her frozen stiff
Can't even lock the door, but at this point what's the diff?
Everything that resembles golden has already been stolen
Her life is like bowling, just tryna get a strike
But she's rolling down the gutter, rides to work on a bike
And her mans said that he love her, but then he went on a hike
Got no funds for her sons, to even catch a bus
So he walk miles to school by himself and plus
She gotta a baby girl, but can't afford no daycare
So she leave her at home by herself to just stay there
Seeing bigger cars and houses got her jealous
But what are you supposed to do when your money spending is reckless
Cashing out on a necklace
Popping pills so she ain't restless
Smoking weed until she's breathless
What she needs is to not feel helpless
Like she don't need to work 3 jobs just to get by
Like she don't need to smoke and do drugs just to get high
Like she don't need balls just to make it to first base
Like she don't need to stall just to make it to first place
She grew up in an environment where she couldn't cry and vent
Pregnant at 15, kicked out the house, she been defiant since
Lying to her own children, saying she's making a killing,
Then crying because of the feeling that praying hasn't been healing
And the ceiling banging louder than the slam of the door
Cause what she sees as her roof is somebody else's floor
Lost her confidence cause as a kid she was called a whore
And the consequence is that she never wanted more
Many people live like this on a daily in silence
Without a license, others resort to violence
But we need to pull each other up and show each other guidance
Tighten our bonds, make our voices louder than sirens
Sirens blare in your head
On the grind for the bread
Take a sec, to dissect
What you do, for that check
Sirens blare in your head
On the grind for the bread
Take a sec, to dissect
What you do, for that check
Bike to her apartment, climb the stairs up to the fifth
Sounds of gunshots at night got her frozen stiff
Can't even lock the door, but at this point what's the diff?
Everything that resembles golden has already been stolen
Her life is like bowling, just tryna get a strike
But she's rolling down the gutter, rides to work on a bike
And her mans said that he love her, but then he went on a hike
Got no funds for her sons, to even catch a bus
So he walk miles to school by himself and plus
She gotta a baby girl, but can't afford no daycare
So she leave her at home by herself to just stay there
Seeing bigger cars and houses got her jealous
But what are you supposed to do when your money spending is reckless
Cashing out on a necklace
Popping pills so she ain't restless
Smoking weed until she's breathless
What she needs is to not feel helpless
Like she don't need to work 3 jobs just to get by
Like she don't need to smoke and do drugs just to get high
Like she don't need balls just to make it to first base
Like she don't need to stall just to make it to first place
She grew up in an environment where she couldn't cry and vent
Pregnant at 15, kicked out the house, she been defiant since
Lying to her own children, saying she's making a killing,
Then crying because of the feeling that praying hasn't been healing
And the ceiling banging louder than the slam of the door
Cause what she sees as her roof is somebody else's floor
Lost her confidence cause as a kid she was called a whore
And the consequence is that she never wanted more
Many people live like this on a daily in silence
Without a license, others resort to violence
But we need to pull each other up and show each other guidance
Tighten our bonds, make our voices louder than sirens
Sirens blare in your head
On the grind for the bread
Take a sec, to dissect
What you do, for that check
Sirens blare in your head
On the grind for the bread
Take a sec, to dissect
What you do, for that check
Credits
Writer(s): Noah Brown
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