I apologize for the producer tags... I recorded this song when I was going through some tough times and all I had was music to vent & cope. Some of the things I say in this song might offend some people but this was not my intention. I only wanted to paint a picture of my reality at the time. This song was never supposed to be heard but a friend of mine heard the song and demanded that I put it out.
I ain't even really got time/
to sit and conversate bout shit on yo mind/
all you do is whine/
talking bout yo problems bitch/
well who I talk to about mine/
who I talk to about mine/
who I talk to about mine/
I ain't even really got time/
to sit and conversate bout shit on yo mind/
all you do is whine/
talking bout yo problems bitch/
well who I talk to about mine/
who I talk to about mine/
who I talk to about mine/
I ain't even really got time/
to sit and conversate bout shit on yo mind/
all you do is whine/
talking bout yo problems bitch/
well who I talk to about mine/
I talk to God and I follow my heart/
so I don't give a fuck who follow on twitter/
baby mama pressing my nerves so much these past few years and I still ain't hit her/
first BM just make me wanna kill her/
second baby mama made me wanna reconsider/
being in relationships/
cuz I hate this bitch/
but I love her so I can't be with her/
judge think I'm just another young drug dealer/
all the drugs I sold, think he might be right/
but I don't think I'm wrong/
but I'm just too grown right now/
think it's time for me to change my life/
cuz living in the streets I done earned my stripes/
sold a lot of green, x-pills, plus white/
and it's easy to do all that/
but I know for a fact/
that it's hard tryna do what's right/
but whose to say what is right and what's wrong/
and how could you judge me just for getting on/
only God could judge a nigga/
but to these white folks, I'm just another nigga/
I went from whipping to walking, now it's the bus station/
so I got these bottles to help me deal with my frustration/
I ain't even really got time/
to sit and conversate bout shit on yo mind/
all you do is whine/
talking bout yo problems bitch/
well who I talk to about mine/
who I talk to about mine/
who I talk to about mine/
I ain't even really got time/
to sit and conversate bout shit on yo mind/
all you do is whine/
talking bout yo problems bitch/
well who I talk to about mine/
I talk to God and I follow my heart/
so I don't give a fuck who follow on twitter/
baby mama pressing my nerves so much these past few years and I still ain't hit her/
I ain't even buy this phone/
to sit and conversate bout shit on yo dome/
all you do is moan/
talking bout yo problems bitch/
like I ain't got none of my own/
Nazir growing out of all his clothes/
and I ain't got no money for my son's new fits/
child support sucking me dry/
so I can't get by/
less I grind or I work two shifts/
and that shit cray/
and I ain't Kanye or Jay/
so this song prolly won't go far/
sometimes I wanna pack up and leave/
but damn/
where I'm gone go with no car/
and I ain't got L's/
plus a nigga broke as hell/
and I dun gave away my scale/
tryna stay out of jail/
never been afraid to fail/
as long as I tried/
oh well/
I'll make that back/
so I'ma leave the past where it's at/
and focus on the present and the future/
and as far as my kids/
I ain't got much to give/
but I think the best present is a future/
gotta raise them right/
I promise they gone have a better life/
even if it takes my life/
gotta raise them right/
I promise they gone have a better life/
even if it takes my life
but who's to say what is right and what's wrong/
and I know they gone judge me for making this song/
determination and dedication, I gotta make it/
I ain't giving up, cuz what's fueling me is my frustration/
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