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"Bitter World"

Struggling my past, pain in my
Running on my last, the deep depressions
Beefing with the bottom I'm so of fallin
And all these fucking turning me into an alcoholic
Where did I go wrong, I this can't be life
17 and that just can't be right
In love a man who fucking your friend depends on what you like
This earth
Ah, this world is crazy, hate on my babies, gotta the sight
Just ask the to give me the strength so they believe was right
And now nigga who trying to get her home tonight
Infesting the gun and hope that the thug who just ain't her type
a cold world, keep your sweater close
Made it big but seems family the ones who hate the most
That's the damn shame, how dare you your blood
know my real father, how come he drop my love
Why I'm all alone, there's 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 things I wish I had
Just the man above, my mom's considered my dad
She working her last, whatever we wanted we had
The struggle created a man, no your job demands
No thoughts of contraband I've failed and let's
I've through hell 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 greater with patience
Got my business right, and plus my good
Work my hardest just to say I it out the hood
You right, bitter world
Cried a hundred tears I see my baby girls
I see my baby girls, damn

Sweat and tears, my testimony
Just know the is yours, ain't that right, tony?
Gas prices high, niggas die
Bad role models, that's that came from
That's what came from
bitter world, my god
Well, well, my god, well,
This bitter earth,
Dear world, dear world, I need you
And know some choices that we were highly undecided
We it mind, we giving them signs, the time just disregard it
This bitter earth,
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 seems I'm hardly
Lost a lot of homies endured a lot of
Pray for better nights, they became
I my phone ring, fuck who calling me
I just hope that it's success who to bother peace
Fuck this bitter world, no apologies
Babies babies, what could your father be
Sick of being tired, and of being broke
Mama worked too hard I of stroke
Microphone and words, clearly me hope
it I'm alone, clearly you should know.
well, well, amen, well bitter earth