P. Blackk - Spilled Milk lyrics

[Verse P. Blackk] It's that n***a 'P', and I am who you thought I be n***a with an attitude so I wear my heart on sleeve I stayed at it when you mother f**ers thought I'd leave Momma I'm about to be gone, I get my interrupt on So momma pardon me I pray that god got my back I swear I be caring no matter how tough I act When I was young I used to f**ing hate that I was black but that's brainwashing And having a hot meal wasn't a day-to-day option I used to pray often, and then then I stopped Cause god couldn't answer why moms' got laid off When I was waiting for marriage y'all was getting laid often I am not judging though, I just ain't feel comfortable That ain't stop me from rapping like I was f**ing though When I started f**ing that's when I stopped rapping about it When a n***a tell me he's rapping, I doubt it He fronting, cause n***a you ain't saying nothing I swear I'm the only n***a that be saying something Listening to radio like when they going to play me something Real, play me something a n***a can feel I'm just saying how a n***a feel (Sound like you crying over spilled milk...) (Sound like you crying over spilled milk. Is you really crying over spilled milk?) [Verse Fabrashay A] Fame, used to be all my nana wanted Got a little old and realized she didn't wanted I wanted a Jay feature but wasn't in the budget A n***a like f** being famous I came to get the bu*ters And n***as [?], let's keep this sh** one-hundred Talk sh** behind your back but turn b**h when they confronted I ain't trying to be a role model, I'm leanin' and I'm blunted On my 2 Pac sh** pride thuggin' out in public Used to be a happier n***a but life has it's detours Wrapped up in blankets ain't got no heat boi My mommma like Fab what you bitin' your lip for? Toilet f**ed up, can't sh** plus we piss poor Convicted felons and dealers was all my mentors Talking sh** to god like tell me what we hear for I'm just a n***a with a crazy flow and no love for the radio But I ain't crying over spilled milk (Nah, god don't ever bring me a tissue my n***a) (Crying over spilled milk) (Is you really crying over spilled milk?) [Verse LxE] Father sold d**, my mother was addicted to them So dope is in my veins; you can hear it in my music Fool talking about touching LxE Then his brain is truant I see a brother out in public he don't ever do it We don't see eye to eye, that mean we have different optics Most of my hommies carry the pound like trending topics And you don't want to see fireworks from metal Roses can lose petals Please ignore the devil, sir Listen to the other side, where they know your worth Earn your wings, my home girl did while giving birth She had to leave but her son resembles her Little brother got shot so brother could you pray for me Cause I ran up in the spot and said hold this 'K' for me I was trying to find little shorty's to move this ye for me But the grace of god was evident everyday for me But look, I ain't crying over spilled milk (Crying over spilled milk) (Is you really crying over spilled milk?)