Letras
Yea
It's him
My sis got a call, little bro ain't make it home
My other sis got a call, Grandpa died
They both fight a war that I don't understand
With more balls than my other friends that are guys
A close friend to me since a kid, turned gay
Now he's in transition, so I gotta call him sis?
A cis-man, 10 years ago, would call him sissy
He's still a street nigga, so he'll shoot and never miss (FACTS)
His dad goes to work stressed out, his son's life hard (IT'S HARD)
Now he's the manager, that makes life hard (THAT'S A FACT)
This cop's son got wet up, on a night job
Now he takes his job too serious, as a life guard (HE DO)
There's no emotion on my face, cause this life hard (IT'S NOT)
I only smile when I'm depressed, I'm trying to manifest
My right hand got no idea what go on in the left (IT DON'T)
My straight face my money face, I'm trying to land a check
Everybody's going through some things
You never know who's going through what pain
Looks could be deceiving
No matter the reason, don't put nothing pass nobody
Looks could be deceiving
No matter the reason, don't put nothing pass nobody
She got HSV-2, HIV too
That's the reason she don't want to fuck with you (WORD)
It got nothing to do with your ways or your shitty taste
Can't be trying to raw dog every pretty face
Even if she clean, now she pretty late
Young and I'm reckless, with a risky taste
From the ghetto, less grads and more bodies
My day one got the biggest smile, and four bodies
Like shawty you're tripping over, it's probably more bodies (IT'S MORE)
If you laugh at his sneakers, it'll be more bodies (FACTS)
You ask, why that man got a long face? (WHY?)
His kids don't hug him enough (THEY DON'T)
Or say they love him enough, or see him enough (NAH)
His wife cheating with a starving artist
He don't feel like he's enough (HE DON'T)
Credit card keep D'ing up
In the crib, with a bottle T'ing up (THAT'S A FACT)