I lost my daddy to a heart attack
Shit, it hurt me, I just want him back
People talk and judge
But when I ask they scared to run it back
My trust gone, my heart on ice
There's no love but I still got Christ
People hate me cuz I'm different
They see color n mistakes but not the picture
Tired of love, tired of tryin
I gave everything up, so y we fightin
Yeah Tru enough I got my momma
She gonna ride n grind like Osama
I ain't lookin for love lets be honest
I'm just loving me n I'm grindin
Tru hustler, i just dive in
I ain't ur average bitch, yeah, I'm a diamond
U say u a real nigga, how bout ridin
I'm not askin u to kneel down, but be different, all this pain and heartache I go through, let's be real, show me that u with me,
Pay half on a bill, we doin us for real
All day, chop it up, tell me the deal
Im drivin a Bentley down the road
Tryin to make this story unfold
Cuz the fuck up shit is wat really gets sold
I ain't no rapper, this poetry,
But don't test me, this goals
© without a test, you can't have a testimony.