2 minutes

this that studio session

where i deliver you a message

reminding you to count your blessings

'cause some ain't make it to they breakfast

that ain't no crisis

that's just life shit

life go up and down like a light switch

hang in there with a tight grip

when times get darker than a night shift

the road get bumpy like a pussy shaved down

do what you said

not what you say now

don't listen to 'em

there's so much hate now

the internet a 90's-baby playground

feel undefeated when you at your weakest

like you cannot beat this and go

that ain't your friend if he walkin' with money

while you sitting hungry

that's cold

that ain't your bro

nigga that's low

fast money

you will not die slow

i done placed so many flowers on different graves

i tell my dates now to bring a rose

it was days i dreamed of money

but i woke up broke instead

maybe that's my fault

i shouldn't sleep until i'm dead

you want it

you gotta work at it

you gotta stay chill

don't panic

be a better bitch than them bitches out there

want abortion money but not pregnant

you know those that can't keep count after 'uno

dos'

man it shows

people think no cons come with they pros

but i'm dealing with real shit

my stretch marks really itch

my hair haven't grown an inch

but i'm still that bitch

black marks on my inner thighs

well man don't criticize me

'cause everybody got flaws

if you think you don't you must can't see

follow me to get close

not to just compliment my clothes

'cause if my crib get burned down will you still follow my robe?

gotta stay here

never say you finish?"