Say Something Springz - WiFi

(Wifi) Single one day felt like a spouse
Best part of her outfit I'm thinking blouse
House was never a home my house was a house
Think who deserve life I be thinking Faust
If you can't stomach what did you ask for
Many mornings I heard creeping through the backdoor
I remember thinking what that sack for
Soon as she hit the glass was pinned to the back board
How dare you ask me what I rap for
Do I ask you why you drop fries
Antonym stand for a oath
Get in the courtroom and the cop lies
Sheriff treating me like I don't got eyes
Cutting video like they got knives
Cats treating us like we got lives
It's like racism rides discrimination drives
They ask me what I want in the future
Drive way Mazi closet medusa
Start investing in stocks and shit
Shit fluctuates so don't watch ya shit
You gonna hurt me stop your shit
If you push my buttons I'd rock ya shit
One time to threaten me clocking shit
Rather be your uber driver like Joc and shit
Never cared about the best in the city
Long as I'm mentioned with the best in the city
I mean that my future is litty
Been thinking about a daughter and dressing her pretty
Yea I'm around but I'm out the way
Less worried when my kids go out to play
You can judge me but there's
Always someone with bad breath with a lot to say

Wifi willful indictment for inspiration
Na saying
Got to walk in my shoes to understand this life
And It's ok you can judge me

I pay for quality I don't ask the price
Only from hard work and sacrifice
You can't take it with you is the facts of life
You can't make it rain in the after life
I stood tall and I stayed down
I almost fought the driver on greyhound
I'm here for my people so stayed around
Carrying that burden got me weighed down
Don't see me with him
We fell out
Homie get around women and sell out
He liked my one shawty so bad
That he lied about me burning
I was so mad
If I would've wrecked you
It was your bad
All from no relationship with your dad
Defend you when you right
And when you dead wrong
Conversations about short bread until
The bread long
And I can't change what I did
You got friends most mine doing bids
People thought I was strange as a kid
Man excavators couldn't find what I hid
All this crime make my momma worry
Spade games more books than commissary
What tomorrow brings I kinda worry
My therapist doesn't like when I trauma bury

Written by:
SIDNEY BAPTISTE

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