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"Bitter World"

Struggling my past, in my expressions
Running on my last, the deep depressions
Beefing with the I'm so afraid of fallin
And all these fucking problems turning me an alcoholic
did I go wrong, I swear this can't be life
17 and that just can't be right
In with a man who fucking your friend depends on what you like
This bitter
Ah, this world is crazy, on my babies, gotta receive the sight
Just ask the lord to me the strength so they believe was right
And now nigga who trying to get her home tonight
the gun and hope that the thug who come just ain't her type
It's a cold world, keep sweater close
Made it big but seems family the ones who hate the most
That's the damn shame, how you doubt your blood
Don't know my real father, how come he my love
Why when I'm all alone, no one to hug
He left me all alone, how could you leave cub
But fuck it I'm a man with or without ass
ask about my pain, some things I wish that I had
Just thank the man above, my considered my dad
She working spending her last, we wanted we had
The created a man, no longer your job demands
No of contraband I've failed and let's replan
I've been hell and back, but still I'm here to stand
Mama a house, so fuck it I bought some land
Dying to be the greatest, but greater with patience
Got my business right, and plus my good
Work my hardest just to say I it out the hood
You fucking right, world
Cried a tears when I see my baby girls
I see my baby girls, damn

Sweat and tears, my testimony
Just know the world is yours, ain't right, tony?
Gas prices high, die young
Bad role models, that's what that from
what that came from
This world, my god
Well, well, my god, well,
This bitter earth,
Dear world, dear world, I you undivided
And know some choices that we made were highly
We keep it mind, we giving them signs, the time disregard it
This bitter earth,
Ah, live in the blind afraid of the light,
But just can't be departed
The things that I I wish it was dreams it seems I'm sleeping hardly
Lost a lot of homies a lot of pain
Pray for better nights, slowly they
I hear my phone ring, fuck who me
I hope that it's success who trying to bother peace
Fuck bitter world, with no apologies
having babies, what could your father be
Sick of being tired, and tired of broke
Mama too hard I pray of stroke
Microphone and words, clearly me hope
Without it I'm alone, clearly you know.
well, well, amen, well this bitter