Cupcakke - Reality, Pt. 4 lyrics

Times changed was dealing with so much pain But at the same time it's alot that I overcame Went from hungry last year now dressing in cashmeres It's just a bag I won't brag cause I struggled the past years I had a empty fridge would eat me a stale bagel Thanksgiving Day with only me at the table No friends or family demons surrounding me Sometimes I had thoughts of jumping off the balcony But um, I kept chewing on Doublemint bubblegum Leftovers in my stomach more like pieces of crumbs Around the wrong crowd they telling me "hit the blunt" My father don't want me like we don't want Donanld Trump I was tryna keep it cool for my mammy Them long lines standing in that food pantry Wasn't a joke, losing my hope Got bags under my eyes looking like a wrinkled tote It was no sleep at all pissed in the bushes ,no stalls Found a home then we was gone then more leaves than fall On my mama this sh** was trauma Ain't have a solid number so how could we see a comma? While I was sleep it was rats running over my mom feet Just so she could work to get us something to eat Lets get deep, I'm hurting as I speak When life paid you dust just get a broom and sweep At 11 who you telling everything was hand me downs Jumped and stomped by 20 people while others stand around Nobody helped, everyday I felt invisible School so grimy the principal don't even got principles Once I turned 12 it was all hell Roaming the streets looking for D when I couldn't even spell Fighting demons with a poker face like everything swell Let's fast forward let me show you how my life has failed Remember them nights with no lights or gas? Washing up at the sink tryna clean my a** with cold water My entire body was freezing best believe it Jesus put me here for a reason 15, f**ing on a man that's 35 good in the beginning Then ate my soul alive fooled myself thinking its love The way he layed with me But all we ever did was f** and went to KFC It's sad, I degraded myself hated myself All this because I wasn't raised with a belt I know mama I hurt you staying out pa** curfew You deserve to sit back but I overworked you Remember when my music got 11 plays? Mama we here now these the better days So I'll be damned if I let a n***a take it away They body dropping in a instant like they break & escape Never going back to them old days of seeing them low plays So I entertain these n***as like I'm giving them roleplay The greatest things comes to the ones that waited gotta be patient It's about organization all my albums got my wallet on Fat Albert I donate to the shelters money, toys, and flowers We was in it more than hours the feeling was sour 300 people in one household using the same shower People got some f**ing nerve to be mad that they rent due When people out here on the curb with covers and ripped shoes The homeless be the ones with good hearts I feel bad Cause they put everyone first by giving away they last Think about it!