Mocking me (feat. Yung eff'n dez)
It's a storm in the air
I can feel the rain coming
I got pain in my past
But I feel I gained from it
Seen a nigga touch a million dollars
Still ain't change nothing
Same nigga lost everything
He tryna stain something
I got crack in my draws
Granny crack in her Brawl
Gracie son in the grave
Other son wit the law
Tried to hide it from the dogs
Found out somebody called
I was born in 95
97 Ima dog
School taught me 911
Momma taught me never call
Went to jail they never answered
They say that I never called
I say nigga fuck'em
Cause I think I'm better off
In jail I couldn't get a package
Dreaming about the catalog
Now I come in B's shit
And I bomb it, where the catapult
I ain't never had a daddy
Still claim the family though
Hope my cousin get clean
Nigga that's real family goals
Hope my sons keep it 100
Don't gotta keep a pole
Never call a woman a bitch
Or never rob a store
If you gone be a Gangsta
Don't ever tell them people though
Syanna and Anaya
Your daddy he really love you
When I went to jail
It crushed me I lost my stomach
Cause anything you needed
I should be there when you want it
Your grandma raised a soldier
And you need me so I'm coming
My homies really crossed me
Got the bullet In my stomach
Got my daughter at the crib
Before I left I said I love you
My sons is some kings
They don't need to be a hustler
I'm my brothers keeper
If I need too ima clutch it
I seen my momma cry
Bitch I know I'll survive the jungle
Jumping off the porches
Hoping ion break the bungee
Went to jail
Fuck that tap water
My aunty having back problems
She heard I had some pills
She hoping that I get back to her
My grandma on drugs
An I know cause I gave crack to her
Same grandson telling her I love her
And don't go back to it
Swear my life a movie
I just dont kno how to act through it
And I gotta second chance
Guess that ima Act 2 it
Telly what you going through
Nigga I got your back through it
Damarr you a real one
They can't match you
Then turn your back to'em
A dog wit this music shit
But could of had the trap boomin
Say you love a nigga
Ima need you to add some facts to it
I can feel the rain coming
I got pain in my past
But I feel I gained from it
Seen a nigga touch a million dollars
Still ain't change nothing
Same nigga lost everything
He tryna stain something
I got crack in my draws
Granny crack in her Brawl
Gracie son in the grave
Other son wit the law
Tried to hide it from the dogs
Found out somebody called
I was born in 95
97 Ima dog
School taught me 911
Momma taught me never call
Went to jail they never answered
They say that I never called
I say nigga fuck'em
Cause I think I'm better off
In jail I couldn't get a package
Dreaming about the catalog
Now I come in B's shit
And I bomb it, where the catapult
I ain't never had a daddy
Still claim the family though
Hope my cousin get clean
Nigga that's real family goals
Hope my sons keep it 100
Don't gotta keep a pole
Never call a woman a bitch
Or never rob a store
If you gone be a Gangsta
Don't ever tell them people though
Syanna and Anaya
Your daddy he really love you
When I went to jail
It crushed me I lost my stomach
Cause anything you needed
I should be there when you want it
Your grandma raised a soldier
And you need me so I'm coming
My homies really crossed me
Got the bullet In my stomach
Got my daughter at the crib
Before I left I said I love you
My sons is some kings
They don't need to be a hustler
I'm my brothers keeper
If I need too ima clutch it
I seen my momma cry
Bitch I know I'll survive the jungle
Jumping off the porches
Hoping ion break the bungee
Went to jail
Fuck that tap water
My aunty having back problems
She heard I had some pills
She hoping that I get back to her
My grandma on drugs
An I know cause I gave crack to her
Same grandson telling her I love her
And don't go back to it
Swear my life a movie
I just dont kno how to act through it
And I gotta second chance
Guess that ima Act 2 it
Telly what you going through
Nigga I got your back through it
Damarr you a real one
They can't match you
Then turn your back to'em
A dog wit this music shit
But could of had the trap boomin
Say you love a nigga
Ima need you to add some facts to it
Credits
Writer(s): Daquaan Lewis
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