Luyện nghe bài hát Reality Part 4

Times was dealing with so much pain
But at the time it's alot that I overcame
from hungry last year now dressing in cashmeres
It's just a bag I won't brag cause I struggled the years
I had a empty fridge would eat me a stale
Day with only me at the table
No friends or family surrounding me

I had thoughts of jumping off the balcony
But um, I kept chewing on Doublemint
Leftovers in my stomach like pieces of crumbs
Around the wrong they telling me "hit the blunt"
My don't want me like we don't want Donanld Trump

I was tryna it cool for my mammy
Them long lines standing in that food
a joke, losing my hope
Got bags under my looking like a wrinkled tote
It was no sleep at all pissed in the bushes ,no
Found a home then we was gone then leaves than fall
On my mama this was trauma

Ain't have a number so how could we see a comma?
While I was it was rats running over my mom feet
Just so she could work to get us to eat
Lets get deep, I'm hurting as I
When life paid you dust just get a and sweep
At 11 who you telling everything was hand me

Jumped and stomped by 20 people others stand around
Nobody helped, everyday I invisible
so grimy the principal don't even got principles
Once I turned 12 it was all
Roaming the streets looking for D I couldn't even spell

Fighting demons with a poker like everything swell
Let's fast let me show you how my life has failed
Remember them with no lights or gas?
Washing up at the sink tryna my ass with cold water
My body was freezing best believe it
put me here for a reason

15, on a man that's 35 good in the beginning
Then ate my soul alive fooled myself thinking its
The way he layed me
But all we did was fuck and went to KFC
It's sad, I degraded myself hated
All this because I raised with a belt

I know mama I you staying out pass curfew
You deserve to sit but I overworked you
Remember my music got 11 plays?
Mama we now these the better days
So I'll be damned if I let a nigga it away

body dropping in a instant like they break & escape
Never going back to them old days of seeing low plays
So I entertain these niggas I'm giving them roleplay
The greatest things comes to the ones that gotta be patient
It's about organization all my albums got my wallet on Fat

I donate to the shelters money, toys, and
We was in it than hours the feeling was sour
300 people in one household using the same
People got some nerve to be mad that they rent due
When people out here on the curb with and ripped shoes
The be the ones with good hearts I feel bad
Cause they put everyone first by away they last
about it!