Ghetto Gospel

(album: Boy From Brooklyn - 2020)

She asking for a Chanel bag
But this bitch won't even buy a Polo tee for me

I'm very mad at you that you ain't make me nut
I'm mad I'm mad that you ain't make me hard
I'm very mad at you that you ain't get it off
All you brought into my life is some fucking
D-d-d-disappointments, you disappointing me
And I don't need love, and I don't need friends I just need fucking weed
Ooh yatty yah, I think that bad sex dun left me traumatized
And your pussy was stinking what the fuck was I thinking?
I almost cried
I gotta higher my standards
You trash, bitches can't get next to me
Yeah, when I look at my past, what the fuck I was thinking?
Lefty yeah
I really deserve the best, I really don't need no stress, I ain't really like the rest niggas
I'm different from em all, Imma answer when you call
Why can't you just get the picture?
And I know the value of myself, you won't keep shy of me

She asking for a Chanel bag
But this bitch won't even buy a Polo tee
Yo fellas, you better watch out for dem Cinderellas
They gon give you a smile for your fucking cheddar
And they don't want your love, they want you cause you doing better

Y'all niggas better watch out for these bitches man
I'm telling you, they gon show dem titties, they gon show that ass
They gon show all of that to get in your motherfucking pockets
You niggas who out spending, spending a band a night on a bitch
Let em go, Let them bitches go
Put it all to your daughter or your mother or your son or your father or your family member
This shit facts nigga, no cap
Fuck these hoes, they want nigga bread
It's my bad sex experience
Damn damn damn I'm done