Cupcakke - Reality Pt. 3 lyrics

This is only three-fourths of my issues I ran through three rolls of Scott tissues In a matter of minutes tryna wipe the tears away Don't want to be bothered today so you ain't gotta say hey f** yo impression of me so much aggression in me While b**hes walking round like this a beauty pageant I was arrested at 14 shoplifting, ain't have sh** Yo lets talk about the f**ing hard life I had Yall grew up in Nikes, white tees, and hell of Chanel bags You should be glad you got a night pad I couldn't afford a pad to put on my a** So I was using my face rag Yo lets talk about the f**ing hard life I had I'm out here taking jabs yall out here doing the dab I'm hoping one day in life my father would take the tab for once Haven't saw this n***a in months Cause he out here f**ing 17 year old's in the bu*ts What the f** my n***a you so disgust b**h a** n***a you need some blush for making my tears flush My own bro told me I couldn't rap but look now Now I need to know which way to go for the next show All the way across the map "You just a lil black b**h who'll never be sh**" Remember that's what you told me? But I am not buying that sh** that's not what you sold me And the way you beat my a** from one wall to the next Really makes me question yo s** and did you do that to yo ex? Or just that one moment you wanted to feel stronger than Trex Let me know, cause what if yo daughter grow up a hoe? Would you burn her with boiling hot water on the stove? Or beat her like Kunta Kinte cause shes blacker than most? You know what? That a** whooping was the best of my life I'm feeling sorry for the lady you ever call wife Cause I got a funny taste in my mouth Like peanut bu*ter on rice That I'm a catch you slipping one day and I ain't talking no ice And it won't be nice its gone get real ugly You post to be the brother who love me and hug me Not the one who picks me up by my neck strangle me and shoves me I know you think I don't matter But as a individual there's something special about me that stands out in circles like the donut wrapper I'm a give you one second to count your blessings that you not in jail living in this house with you is so damn reckless it feel like hell But I'm off it, keep calm Hey Mom you really deserve every penny I make When I look at you I see my mother and father lets call that a double take, you are so f**ing great You my superhero you carry so much weight on your back you ain't even got room for a cape You the only one who give me hope and this the realist sh** I ever wrote Part four coming soon