Opinionated
(...)
They took advantage
Because I was kind
Dimming my light
They don't want me to shine
Fuck nigga
Hating on me
Cause I came from the mud
And I still turned out just fine
Took a lot at L's
Lost a lot ah love ones
And my girl
Don't ever get to see me cry
I thought life was bad
When I had no cash
I was down bad
I won't lie
Still in the hood
I done seen some things
In FL
Niggas really know my name
God on my side
Tryna change my lane
I'm blessed
So I really can not complain
Took the L train
To a vintage spot
I'm a vintage girl
So I got some things
Money don't grow on trees
But I eat my greens
I remember serving weight
Packing up dubs
In a zip lock bag
On campus
Smoking on purple haze
Still had the smell
On my clothes
When I went to class
Eyes red like a red hot flame
On the way home '
I ran for the bus
Caught the Q31
I can't stress enough
Fight broke out
On Jamaica Ave
Got my phone out
But I ain't film no one
Mad dayroom
Fuck a shade room
They don't pay you
Clout chasing
And for what
Niggas too grown
For that young boy shit
Young girl
Show your mom
A little more love
Wish I had God by my side
Money can't really buy
Everything that you want
Grow up
I just got a dollar and a dream
When I talk on ah beat
I express what I feel
No fucks
The realest thing
That you can ever hear
Is somebody telling you
That you can do it
Even when no one else believes
Don't listen to the critics
The non believers
At some point
You just got to be
Uninterested
They took advantage
Because I was kind
Dimming my light
They don't want me to shine
Fuck nigga
Hating on me
Cause I came from the mud
And I still turned out just fine
Took a lot at L's
Lost a lot ah love ones
And my girl
Don't ever get to see me cry
I thought life was bad
When I had no cash
I was down bad
I won't lie
Still in the hood
I done seen some things
In FL
Niggas really know my name
God on my side
Tryna change my lane
I'm blessed
So I really can not complain
Took the L train
To a vintage spot
I'm a vintage girl
So I got some things
Money don't grow on trees
But I eat my greens
I remember serving weight
Packing up dubs
In a zip lock bag
On campus
Smoking on purple haze
Still had the smell
On my clothes
When I went to class
Eyes red like a red hot flame
On the way home '
I ran for the bus
Caught the Q31
I can't stress enough
Fight broke out
On Jamaica Ave
Got my phone out
But I ain't film no one
Mad dayroom
Fuck a shade room
They don't pay you
Clout chasing
And for what
Niggas too grown
For that young boy shit
Young girl
Show your mom
A little more love
Wish I had God by my side
Money can't really buy
Everything that you want
Grow up
I just got a dollar and a dream
When I talk on ah beat
I express what I feel
No fucks
The realest thing
That you can ever hear
Is somebody telling you
That you can do it
Even when no one else believes
Don't listen to the critics
The non believers
At some point
You just got to be
Uninterested
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Writer(s): Angelique Yarborough
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