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"Bitter World"

Struggling my past, pain in my
Running on my last, avoid the deep
Beefing with the I'm so afraid of fallin
And all these problems turning me into an alcoholic
did I go wrong, I swear this can't be life
17 and pregnant that just be right
In love a man who fucking your friend depends on what you like
This bitter
Ah, this world is crazy, hate on my babies, gotta receive the
Just ask the lord to give me the strength so 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 world, keep your sweater close
Made it big but seems like the ones who hate the most
That's the shame, how dare 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 me all alone, how could you leave your cub
But fuck it I'm a man with or without ass
They ask about my pain, some I wish that I had
Just the man above, my mom's considered my dad
She working spending her last, whatever we we had
The struggle created a man, no longer your job
No thoughts of contraband I've and let's replan
I've been hell and back, but still I'm here to stand
Mama need a house, so fuck it I some land
Dying to be the greatest, but greater comes with
Got my business right, and plus my good
my hardest just to say I made it out the hood
You fucking right, world
Cried a hundred when I see my baby girls
When I see my baby girls,

Sweat and tears, this my
Just know the world is yours, ain't that right,
Gas prices high, niggas die
Bad role models, that's what that came
what that came from
This world, my god
Well, well, my god, well,
This earth, well
Dear world, dear world, I need you
And know some that we made were highly undecided
We keep it mind, we giving them signs, the time disregard it
bitter earth, well
Ah, some in the blind afraid of the light,
But pain can't be departed
The things that I seen I wish it was dreams it 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 just that it's success who trying to bother peace
this bitter world, with no apologies
Babies babies, what could your father be
Sick of being tired, and tired of broke
worked too hard I pray of stroke
Microphone and words, show me hope
Without it I'm alone, clearly you know.
well, well, amen, well bitter earth