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i spit
I spit for those who never had a choice … I spit for those who claim to they wanted to hear god. But when he spoke didn’t recognize his voice …
I spit for those brotha’s who are lost…for those who thought they found the right one but paid the ultimate cost.
I spit cuz im a lil bit a thug plus a nerd.. I spit cuz I can go from “what up shawty” to “ that sounds absurd”
I spit for my niggas with daddy issues, that as much as they abused them when they looked around there was never a tissue.
He didn’t say I missed you …..or I couldn’t wait to come get you ….or even though its a lot of niggas in this house man I ….just….miss….you
I spit cuz ima lexus and not a benz
I spit for my niggas who sat on the front of the school waitin for there mom to pick them up
Only to see her drive by with her friends….where da fuck you been????
I spit cuz im hurt
I spit cuz I keep shovel in my trunk so I wouldn’t hesitate to lay you down in the dirt
I stay workin over time cuz im so bout dat work
I spit cuz I don’t say much I rather let dem thangs do the talkin and leave yo body in skinny jeans dancing
Cuz you’re a jerk.
I spit for my dad’s not my dad…but my dads who struggling and feel they can’t take no more.
I spit for those brotha’s who are lost…for those who thought they found the right one but paid the ultimate cost.
I spit cuz im a lil bit a thug plus a nerd.. I spit cuz I can go from “what up shawty” to “ that sounds absurd”
I spit for my niggas with daddy issues, that as much as they abused them when they looked around there was never a tissue.
He didn’t say I missed you …..or I couldn’t wait to come get you ….or even though its a lot of niggas in this house man I ….just….miss….you
I spit cuz ima lexus and not a benz
I spit for my niggas who sat on the front of the school waitin for there mom to pick them up
Only to see her drive by with her friends….where da fuck you been????
I spit cuz im hurt
I spit cuz I keep shovel in my trunk so I wouldn’t hesitate to lay you down in the dirt
I stay workin over time cuz im so bout dat work
I spit cuz I don’t say much I rather let dem thangs do the talkin and leave yo body in skinny jeans dancing
Cuz you’re a jerk.
I spit for my dad’s not my dad…but my dads who struggling and feel they can’t take no more.
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