Shade Room

(альбом: Far From Perfect - 2019)

Shade Room tryna knock a nigga character yeah
Fuck you niggas
I don't give a fuck no more
Fuck all you niggas
Niggas I ain't perfect
I'm far from that
Name one person you know perfect nigga
I don't give a fuck what you niggas thinking
Nigga fuck all you niggas

Yeah, Shade Room tryna knock a nigga character
Yeah yeah yeah, tryna lock a nigga up but, I ain't going back
I'm too smart to leave my house without them straps, yeah yeah
Same bitch calling me a cheater giving up the neck, yeah
Told my dogs, that we getting rich, yeah yeah
I got niggas in the D, that's still hitting licks yeah
How you chasing pussy but, won't chase a bag
How you hating under my pics, but don't got no cash
Shade Room painting me to be a monster, how can I blame them
I'm far from perfect, make mistakes, I'm not an angel
They throwing hate, they throwing shade, at ever angle
But I got a side, I can not fold, I'm on my toes
(I got shit to lose)
They gone hate regardless, even if I might've grown
So I wrote this song, letting all my pain go
These niggas hoes, people screaming "Chris you know you'll go"
You used to be my dog
You lost my trust, now I treat you like the law
Out of everybody, how the fuck you changed
I'm too real, you know that I stayed the same
You know that I stayed the same
I only fear God

Fuck you niggas looking at, you ain't scaring nobody
Too many hoes in this bitch, to be staring at me nigga

I ain't never had this life before
Me and my brother used to wear the same clothes
Now we getting rich, we in that ghost
And fuck y'all Instagram hoes y'all do the most
Drowning out my pain with this codeine
How the fuck you hate me, you don't know me
Niggas say they [?], but gotta show me
Bitch don't shake my hand, you ain't my brodie
My mama cried too many tears
That's why I'm tryna get the fuck up out of here
Don't believe everything you hear
Cause if you ask me Imma have to make it clear
Bitch you know I'm paid, fuck about no fame
System got us slaves, some of my niggas changed
We went our separate ways, codeine face
Fuck up out my face
Cause I don't [?]
Don't give two fucks about a fuse
Come and try me, make the news
Some of my niggas rocking dreads, some of my niggas rocking [?]
They don't teach you how to survive, that's why I'm screaming "Fuck school"
Got this out the mud, dirt on my Lou' V shoes
I'm in the hood with my chains on
And my niggas that's locked up, hope you stay strong
Shout out Baby Ray, Imma see you soon
Fuck 30 shoots, but
Fuck the Shade Room, fuck all you niggas
I don't give a fuck no more
Yeah just me and my son nigga
And I got more money then your boyfriend bitch