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"Bitter World"

Struggling my past, in my expressions
Running on my last, the deep depressions
Beefing with the bottom I'm so afraid of
And all these problems turning me into an alcoholic
Where did I go wrong, I swear this be life
17 and pregnant that just be right
In love with a man who fucking your depends on what you like
bitter earth
Ah, this is crazy, hate on my babies, gotta receive the sight
Just ask the lord to give me the strength so they was right
And now smooth nigga who trying to get her tonight
Infesting the gun and hope that the who come just ain't her type
It's a cold world, keep sweater close
Made it big but seems like family the ones who hate the
the damn shame, how dare you doubt your blood
Don't know my father, how come he drop my love
Why when I'm all alone, no one to hug
He me all alone, how could you leave your cub
But fuck it I'm a man with or without ass
They ask about my pain, some things I wish I had
Just the man above, my mom's considered my dad
She working spending her last, we wanted we had
The struggle created a man, no longer your job
No thoughts of contraband I've failed and replan
I've been through hell and back, but I'm here to stand
Mama need a house, so it I bought some land
Dying to be the greatest, but greater comes with
Got my business right, and plus my mama
Work my just to say I made it out the hood
You fucking right, world
Cried a hundred tears when I see my girls
When I see my baby girls,

and tears, this my testimony
Just the world is yours, ain't that right, tony?
Gas high, niggas die young
Bad models, that's what that came from
what that came from
This world, my god
Well, well, my god, well,
This earth, well
world, dear world, I need you undivided
And know some choices that we were highly undecided
We keep it mind, we giving signs, the time just disregard it
This bitter earth,
Ah, some live in the afraid of the light,
But pain just be departed
The things that I seen I wish it was dreams it I'm sleeping hardly
a lot of homies endured a lot of pain
Pray for nights, slowly they became
I hear my phone ring, fuck who me
I just hope it's success who trying to bother peace
Fuck this world, with no apologies
Babies having babies, could your father be
Sick of tired, and tired of being broke
Mama worked too hard I of stroke
Microphone and words, clearly show me
Without it I'm alone, you should know.
well, well, amen, this bitter earth