Reality, Pt. 3 - cupcakKe

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

Fuck yo impression of me so much aggression in me

While bitches walking round like this a beauty pageant

I was arrested at 14 shoplifting, ain’t have shit

Yo lets talk about the fucking 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 ass

So I was using my face rag

Yo lets talk about the fucking 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 nigga in months

Cause he out here fucking 17 year old’s in the butts

What the fuck my nigga you so disgust

Bitch ass nigga 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 bitch who’ll never be shit»

Remember that’s what you told me?

But I am not buying that shit that’s not what you sold me

And the way you beat my ass from one wall to the next

Really makes me question yo sex 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 ass 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 butter 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 fucking 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 shit I ever wrote

Part four coming soon