Drowning in a pool of self pity, got my hands up
Devil wanna' f*ck me over, tell him pull his pants up
Jet lagged off the blues, I'm seeing colors off the ganja
Wonder if I'm rich, would I kaboom up in a mansion
Damn son, damned daughters, no fathers
That's the anthem
I'm getting rich up off my martyr's back, that phantom
That bass guitar, that broken home, that crack
Loan me twenty dollars, G
I swear I'll hit you, hit you
Me and my nigga up in the tree kissing
He can't get it up, so there won't be no children
Daddy just called, momma said I don't listen
My attitude big as my titties, my grades have been slipping
Spoon on my neck, 'cause these niggas be tripping
I grab on his dick just to grasp what I'm missing
Most of these niggas don't know they're my children
I conjure these niggas in cast iron skillets
Asked me my name, then he asked what I'm mixed with
I said just Black, but it's not that convincing
Look in his eyes like my pussy's demented
Know when I say pussy, I know that they cringing
I'm back in my feelings
I'm back in the river again, and smoking with friends
I'm after a million, but I like to spend
Not loving these niggas, and f*cking their friends
And ooh
I got the juice
Blew out the green, then I blew out the roof
I got the juice
I got the bag
Hopped in the whip
No, hopped in the Coupe
I got the juice, uh
Fly me a jet to the moon, uh
Stare at the forest, don't fall for the trees
I just stare at the mirror, not sure what I see
All that can glitter ain't all that it seem
Why I barely stop falling for all that is me
Why I'm careless stop calling, I don't wanna speak
They should care a bit more about the walls and this paint
Every bedroom is gray, hard to stay at my peak
I stay low on belief, still its f*ck what you think
F*ck your opinion, you ain't on your knees in vain
Head pressed to the ground while you pray to a leak
Swear I felt that burn like hot head with that perm
Momma washing the curls out my hair in the sink
Pretty Black girls; they all need a drink
We got the blues; that pussy stay pink
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Drowning in a pool of self pity, got my hands up
Devil wanna' f*ck me over, tell him pull his pants up
Jet lagged off the blues, I'm seeing colors off the ganja
Wonder if I'm rich, would I kaboom up in a mansion
Damn son, damned daughters, no fathers
That's the anthem
I'm getting rich up off my martyr's back, that phantom
That bass guitar, that broken home, that crack
Loan me twenty dollars, G
I swear I'll hit you, hit you
Me and my nigga up in the tree kissing
He can't get it up, so there won't be no children
Daddy just called, momma said I don't listen
My attitude big as my titties, my grades have been slipping
Spoon on my neck, 'cause these niggas be tripping
I grab on his dick just to grasp what I'm missing
Most of these niggas don't know they're my children
I conjure these niggas in cast iron skillets
Asked me my name, then he asked what I'm mixed with
I said just Black, but it's not that convincing
Look in his eyes like my pussy's demented
Know when I say pussy, I know that they cringing
I'm back in my feelings
I'm back in the river again, and smoking with friends
I'm after a million, but I like to spend
Not loving these niggas, and f*cking their friends
And ooh
I got the juice
Blew out the green, then I blew out the roof
I got the juice
I got the bag
Hopped in the whip
No, hopped in the Coupe
I got the juice, uh
Fly me a jet to the moon, uh
Stare at the forest, don't fall for the trees
I just stare at the mirror, not sure what I see
All that can glitter ain't all that it seem
Why I barely stop falling for all that is me
Why I'm careless stop calling, I don't wanna speak
They should care a bit more about the walls and this paint
Every bedroom is gray, hard to stay at my peak
I stay low on belief, still its f*ck what you think
F*ck your opinion, you ain't on your knees in vain
Head pressed to the ground while you pray to a leak
Swear I felt that burn like hot head with that perm
Momma washing the curls out my hair in the sink
Pretty Black girls; they all need a drink
We got the blues; that pussy stay pink
Devil wanna' f*ck me over, tell him pull his pants up
Jet lagged off the blues, I'm seeing colors off the ganja
Wonder if I'm rich, would I kaboom up in a mansion
Damn son, damned daughters, no fathers
That's the anthem
I'm getting rich up off my martyr's back, that phantom
That bass guitar, that broken home, that crack
Loan me twenty dollars, G
I swear I'll hit you, hit you
Me and my nigga up in the tree kissing
He can't get it up, so there won't be no children
Daddy just called, momma said I don't listen
My attitude big as my titties, my grades have been slipping
Spoon on my neck, 'cause these niggas be tripping
I grab on his dick just to grasp what I'm missing
Most of these niggas don't know they're my children
I conjure these niggas in cast iron skillets
Asked me my name, then he asked what I'm mixed with
I said just Black, but it's not that convincing
Look in his eyes like my pussy's demented
Know when I say pussy, I know that they cringing
I'm back in my feelings
I'm back in the river again, and smoking with friends
I'm after a million, but I like to spend
Not loving these niggas, and f*cking their friends
And ooh
I got the juice
Blew out the green, then I blew out the roof
I got the juice
I got the bag
Hopped in the whip
No, hopped in the Coupe
I got the juice, uh
Fly me a jet to the moon, uh
Stare at the forest, don't fall for the trees
I just stare at the mirror, not sure what I see
All that can glitter ain't all that it seem
Why I barely stop falling for all that is me
Why I'm careless stop calling, I don't wanna speak
They should care a bit more about the walls and this paint
Every bedroom is gray, hard to stay at my peak
I stay low on belief, still its f*ck what you think
F*ck your opinion, you ain't on your knees in vain
Head pressed to the ground while you pray to a leak
Swear I felt that burn like hot head with that perm
Momma washing the curls out my hair in the sink
Pretty Black girls; they all need a drink
We got the blues; that pussy stay pink
Writer: Ashley Jones
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