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Verse 1: Dolce Twa$
Remember sitting in my grandma house
[Then i suddenly started to pick my gray hairs out]
As i was picking i felt my life dripping like that faucet left on at my old house
Oh yes with out a doubt, rips in the couch
Im sitting here wondering how im go make it
Got a lot of leaves in my path i need to rake it
I stay dreaming but i guess i need to wake
And get on this money train that i guess i been waiting on forever
But i guess it was bad weather
Then after that i started to cut niggas off
Damn they was severed
Never knew how life could be tho
The devil playing with me like this some super mario
So i wrote a note
Hoping you would listen
But i ripped that shit up a couples minutes
Prior to me giving
Now im lonley in the world
With nothing but girls
Well i call them another word
But thats not important what
Is, is that ive had alot come and a lot exit
But while we on the topic
Lets look at some of my exes
First off with alexis
We had our good times but now its nothing but hatred
I hope you hate this
I had to run away from you so i threw on the asics
I never really felt like we were dating but
Anyway whos left maddy?
Man i played her like a bass clef sadly
Who? sasha? no i dont want to talk about sasha we just gone skip sasha
Enough of this
Lets go somewhere more serious
Like my father so high that he keeps forgeting my name
I hold my head in shame
But who is there to blame?
Him? or that mary jane…. i am
Tired coming home to all the fighting
My dad suddenly turning in to mike tyson
(pause)
I just go to my room and begin crying
But open up a notebook and begin writing
Down my feelings
Hoping one day someone would listen
Just someone would listen
Verse 2: Dolce Twa$
Trying to keep my emotions inside of me
But they keep pumping out like the blood in that ivy
I never really had a positive father to guide me
It was my uncle but now hes serving 9 to 13
I think he gets out in 3
But it will never be the same
I just wanna be lebron and take over this game
Cause i want the money
Money and the cars
Cars and the clothes…
I suppose i need to go and get it
Instead of just sitting
With my mind kicked out
Like it got suspended
Still got the raps that i still need to finish
Hoping to accomplish what i always be wishing
The rap game is a lake? well i guess im going fishing nigga
(pause)
This is nothing but the truth
Summer camp is coming soon just in case you need proof
My verses lift you up so i dont think you need roof
Recording in zay room we dont even need a booth… nigga
This the realest shit i ever wrote
Tryna tie my life in but i guess i need rope
Blowing up in my dads smoke
Looking for weeds hope
Couldve won the game but i guess i choked…… on that kush
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