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"Bitter World"

Struggling my past, in my expressions
Running on my last, avoid the depressions
Beefing with the bottom I'm so of fallin
And all these problems turning me into an alcoholic
Where did I go wrong, I swear this can't be
17 and pregnant that can't be right
In love with a man who fucking friend depends on what you like
This bitter
Ah, world is crazy, hate on my babies, gotta receive the sight
ask the lord 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 just her type
It's a cold world, keep your sweater
Made it big but like family the ones who hate the most
That's the shame, how dare you doubt your blood
know my real father, how come he drop my love
Why I'm all alone, there's no one to hug
He left me all alone, how you leave your cub
But it I'm a man with or without your ass
They ask about my pain, some things I that I had
thank the man above, my mom's considered my dad
She working spending her last, whatever we we had
The struggle created a man, no your job demands
No thoughts of contraband I've and let's replan
I've been through and back, but still I'm here to stand
need a house, so fuck it I bought some land
Dying to be the greatest, but comes with patience
Got my business right, and plus my mama
Work my hardest to say I made it out the hood
You fucking right, world
Cried a hundred tears when I see my girls
I see my baby girls, damn

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