D Blanco - The Worst

I know you hearing the song
She be like blanco you never respond
Done with the convo this shit overdrawn
We do not have to pretend
How you want me?
But go fucking a friend
This was a game from the start to the end
And I was the nigga to struggle
Way before rap I was trying to hustle
You wanted to fuck but I knew you was trouble I
No time for playing the games
Bro got sauce like he work out of Canes
I took a piece and I made me a claim
Never a time that you heard me complain
How the fuck you going to say I'm the worst
Heart to empty I didn't have a penny
It feel like I'm still trying to break out the curse
19 shells laying out in the curb
No I ain't seen anything I ain't heard
All that I know is them niggas dispersed
Water was cold till the check on the first
Block so hot left son in the earth
Ain't let shit get in the way
Cuz head tap could of lost his brain
Fell out in front of my mother that was in the summer
I know she was feeling ashamed
Up to me it ain't shit I would change
Working weight till I'm seeing the gains
I ain't doing this shit for the fame
But they gotta remember my name
Over and over I'm stuck ina cycle
I'm tryna straighten it out
I could flow on a beat niggas still in denile
I know that it come with the clout
You gotta watch what you say to me now
Yea it was zip in that banking account
Took me a zip and I changed it around
Trip after trip got me saving the route
Sooner or later the face of the town
I knowing that this shit get confusing
Got my head on straight
Trying to dodge white tape
I ain't selling no body illusions
Trying to stay out the mix elusive
Niggas be lying lucious
I'm putting on and they tryna exclude it
Worthy of this and I'm ready to prove
Dodgin the obstacle
Beat the impossible
Fam in the hospital
Ain't nun new
Shit is authentic
Say it I meant it
You could of kept the fake love to be cool
It was early I read it
I liked the message
Really it was nothing else I could say
Sometimes I don't like to get into the pain
I know when we talk you be feeling the same
I'm hoping the shit that I do ain't in Vain
Lift up all my niggas I'm working a crane
Like a barber I am going against of the grain
Couldn't get me a ride had to hop on the train
I was the one who was taking the blame
Street shut down seen twelve with the tape
Seen me a chance and I can't hesitate
Get to a bag and it's hard to refrain
I served my cousin she good with a eightth
Face me a bottle could fall on my face
When niggas be fake I just feel out of place
You know I been distant I needed the space
She told me come over she needed a taste
You wanted to fuck but I knew you was trouble I

Written by:
Dwight Levy

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