pain spit

keep ya gaze low

ugly ass mofo wanna pick a pro in battle

you shouldn't be on this channel ya too immature cuh imam leave ya shook like a rattle

be thankful that I aint gonna let my python contract on ya neck and leave ya strangled

naa bitch imma do dis shit myself

seein bloodshed since before I was twelve

its pissin me off how ya chasin me cuh ya think I got dat wealth

but I don't got the papers ta blow, I got dat stealth

I'm an angel to the good, but for you imma demon from hell

imma be at ya grave sheddin tears of joy while sayin a fake farewell

only god knows what ya put me through

only god knows what you put me into

left me on my own, alone in a place unknown to an underage bitch who had ta live as if she fully grown

exposed to the cold hold of people whos hearts were stones

hopes low, eveyrday dreadin tomorrow

seein ropes and chains then hearin moans of no pleasure

I used to get abused for leisure

but I'm coming back each time better and better

real bitch from the ghetto

got mans at ma back pullin out tha dough that I never had before

escaped from the window on the 7th floor

I was left with broken bones

I was on the ground still alone left ta groan in pain

this jump helped me to maintain my brain and not goin insane

I had ta strain ta stay alive,

I'm longin to have a normal life

I aint afraid of the AK's and the 45's in tha drivebys

I'm used to tha gunshots at night

I'm used to seein another brodda die

but I'm not ever gonna used to the images that haunt me everytime I close my eyes

lifes good, no, that's a lie

I'm sick of hearin people talk about they happy times

cuz I know theres always another mother left ta cry on tha other side but no ones willin ta help, why?