Tynnelle - Say Less

Getting caught up in the holes in my popped collar
While getting brain from a chick fresh outta teen age bouta be a scholar
Told her (This Dick Ain't Free) but it's worth every dollar
I needed that

Cuz shit been getting hot like a sauna
Had to dub a bitch that I tried to drip in Lui and Prada
Gave her the boot this is Sparta
So she walked all over the death of my father

Took a break and cleared my head
Now I rap with the chip a on my shoulder

Now more ever

Got my moms asking if this rapping shit gonna work
Like she been there
Looked too much like the nigga that broke her heart
For her to be there
Like fuck you mean
Matter fact don't evne worry bout it
Cuz you still ain't there

And I'm walking with scars on me still

You never get see the perks in the struggle
Till ya lose sight of why we pop pills

Fighting the trauma

Niggas losing hope
Cuz they hero's go to prison for popping a wheel
And you think we give a fuck how a cop or a op feel
When this is how they doing niggas still
Like nigga how the fuck we supposed to feel

When you black with a nice whip you look like the type to steal?
And god forbid you like Carlton
You'll either get locked down or killed
Bullet holes pouring out blood but be hate filled

Trust me I know
I use to make a living of burying niggas
Emptying and readying niggas

Chill my nigga it was a funeral home
And I still pray for them niggas
Had to stop cuz too much death ain't good for the living my nigga
Now I'm pumping gas and sending food door to door

Cuz you know they won't let a nigga work up in a store
Black owned I swear Ima give you more that
The Cityz Own this for you and your
Yeah this year I'm coming different

Cuz I remember when I touched my first blue face
Wasn't no dead president and I ain't kill em
Finally his age now and now I feel em
Couldn't talk but he told me what it take to get these gems

That was back when I needed the prescription lens
That was way back before even hit ten
Now for niggas like him I gotta go in
Cuz he ain't get to grow and do it different

Bought 2 chains now I'm really different
Talking bout why I had them shackles on me
Now these people tryna kill me
At least I'll Rest In Peace

But by the time they'll get me
I'll be pushing 90
Spending ya whole life chasing me
Just to get world war 3

Bumping cold hearted 2 and what's free
Watch meek or hov be ones sign me
Victims to hero's
Prayers for the people that preyed on me
And blessings for the people that prayed for me

Could've seen it coming

But you got caught up in the holes in my popped collar
And now I'm holding down a philly jawn that's bouta be a scholar
Told her (This Dick Ain't Free)
But she said alright cuz it ain't worth a dollar
I needed that

Say less

Written by:
Elliot Berrian

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