Her Story

Right back at you again and I’m
Tonight I’m bringin' you something new
Something special
(Get ratchet ya bitch)
You see the highlights of a life was not as a teen
Baby girl was homeless
Had a nigga thuggin' in the streets
18, runin' plays in the streets
Dealin' with them weirdos niggas in-between
Family wasn’t no realer, she never seem happy, mentally depressed
Baby was not what she seemed, always gleam
Kept a smile on the face, avoided questioning
Even though apparent how she moved
She done seen some things, probably had some dreams
Diminished by the luck of things
Reality, lost her way and started strippin'
More pain, 13 and the fam yelling, «probably all you’ll ever be»
«Ho'in, strippin' in the streets, you’ll be pregnant by 15»
Said bet money, they bet money
Mama ain’t have time for her, daddy never cared for her
Never had the guidance, only downing words that’s drownin' her
Cut off from the world, shit was cold to her
Tried to kill herself but shit didn’t work
Mama left, it broke her heart
Filled fulla scabs from pain to hurt
Never built a day she worth
Hard to get it back when all they did was stomp it in the dirt
Now look at her, 21 and numb
Still feel pain, but it don’t bother her
Puttin' family first even after all the dirt