I came to give me all
From a store front
And I’m hungry as a dog
If you not contributing produce
I’ll make my own lunch
And I’m only thirsty for knowledge, juice and water.
Keep yo punch drinking ass daughters who still can’t figure where diabetes keep coming from
And I’d rather befriend a snake inside a pit if you gone keep talking behind my back potna.
And I’m not dying for nobody, That makes no sense, that’s not a rule of survival.
Na, I’d live for you and we could work together in life to have it more abundantly
I’d kill for you if I know you’d do the same and wouldn’t stunt on me.
Man I give my all
Gotta let ya know where I’m coming from
Hard enough as it is with pain planted as the motivation of my stored fronts