Louie Lastic - After You Left lyrics

[Produced by McCallaman & Louie Lastic] [Verse] I made a hunnit thousand dollars this year, yeah That still don't mean sh** My cousin Geetchie and his babymovah got into an accident And lost her baby and we talkin' 'bout this n***a Bruce a lady That ain't sh**, n***a, huh DC n***as legit now, yeah See Black kids gettin' k**ed by cops White man wanna shoot us down, n***as started sellin' rock And who the f** can stop us now? My n***a, we ain't sh**, n***a My old b**h lost a baby too Ain't know what the f** to do Right before the first tape Almost k**ed a n***a for some Foams And quit this rappin' just to buy her sh** Y'all n***as don't know this sh** Landover and smoke and dip Ain't even the half of it Half a father, half a b**h, a half a brick And have a bit of hope can take you far, sh** And this just the intro, n***a, I ain't even spazzin' yet We ain't even make it yet Talk to me like I'm that n***a, ask me who I'm f**in' now Momma can't go to family functions, they ask if I'm around Shout my cousin Tiana and bless her, bless her family too Look at the n***a, look at the boy that I had grew into The pressure of fame is gettin' to me already I can't tell Shakir to stop f**in' around with Setea I can't tell my mama I ain't go to school for Setea I can't tell Setea I fell in love wit Rahwa first Do you understand how much that sh** might f**in' hurt? That I put her a** third and my city first? I never trust that n***a Que, aye f** I do to you? And f** dat n***a Gleesh too, you ain't bulletproof Mo' money, mo' b**hes, equal no problems My cardiac be acting funny and my soul follows Went to go-gos, to meet hoes, wit' no fathers Now my path righteous wit' a light and gold bottles I never thought I'd be the n***a reppin' westside The crips love a n***a, say they rep the best side Ill-rock, West Baltimore, you can meet the lord See his physical features, delete you when you meet the God Me and my father, we started speakin' Hate my uncle on my mama side, we started beefin' Kicked me out house, yeah I was homeless, wasn't eatin' Robbin', never gave a f** about a job and Trappin' wit my n***a Sam and start romancin' Kali, we were gon' get married, move to Cali Porrah, Porrah yeah you drive me crazy Why you leave me, baby? Yeah, why you leave me, baby?