baby momma problems

Yeah it’s come grind hustler not stopping till I make it out In foster home granny come get me she she showed me love we ain’t have nun jumped off da porch provided for my family in and out da streets it teach watch yo surroundings keep yo circle small don’t trust nun cuz they quick to switch it starts a beef with a shoot out it’s me or u one of us is going under steady gone through pain smoking on dat gas smile so nobody k what I’m gone through steady fighting a war hope I make it got people doubt so I’m gone prove them wrong bitches play with yo emotions and wonder y u gone take dis pain off my chest and put it in a song baby momma a nerd she read in these streets we bleed got a temper quick to flash treat me how u want to be treated and dats what u get baby momma pregnant she claim she don’t k me but it’s been 3 years we met plotting on killing her new man for my kid god took my kid he knew I’ll split dude wig come from nun not gone stop till I make it out da struggle deep don’t talk to me about my problems unless u been in my shoes pussy ass niggas disrespect and wonder y I get rude daze out think about my past and get in a mood if nun of dis wasn’t real I wouldn’t have spoke on it and dats da truth u don’t believe it dat on u