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"Bitter World"

Struggling my past, in my expressions
Running on my last, avoid the deep
Beefing with the I'm so afraid of fallin
And all these fucking problems turning me into an
did I go wrong, I swear this can't be life
17 and pregnant that just be right
In love with a man who fucking your friend depends on you like
This bitter
Ah, this world is crazy, on my babies, gotta receive the sight
Just ask the to give me the strength so they believe was right
And now smooth who trying to get her home tonight
Infesting the gun and hope that the thug who come ain't her type
It's a cold world, your sweater close
Made it big but like family the ones who hate the most
That's the damn shame, how dare you doubt blood
know my real father, how come he drop my love
Why when I'm all alone, no one to hug
He left me all alone, how could you your cub
But fuck it I'm a man with or without ass
They ask 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 thoughts of contraband I've failed and let's
I've been through hell and back, but still I'm to stand
need a house, so fuck it I bought some land
Dying to be the greatest, but comes with patience
Got my right, and plus my mama good
Work my hardest to say I made it out the hood
You fucking right, world
Cried a hundred tears when I see my girls
When I see my baby girls,

Sweat and tears, this my
Just know the is yours, ain't that right, tony?
Gas high, niggas die young
Bad models, that's what that came from
That's what that came
This world, my god
Well, well, my god, well,
This bitter earth,
world, dear world, I need you undivided
And know some choices that we made highly undecided
We keep it mind, we giving them signs, the time just it
bitter earth, well
Ah, some live in the afraid of the light,
But pain can't be departed
The things that I I wish it was dreams it seems I'm sleeping hardly
Lost a lot of endured a lot of pain
for better nights, slowly they became
I hear my ring, fuck who calling me
I hope that it's success who trying to bother peace
Fuck this world, with no apologies
Babies having babies, what could your 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, you should know.
well, well, amen, well this bitter