Roaches

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Niggas get mad at me when I call out they hating. 'Cause they hating, no debating.

All on my dick and you know we ain't dating.

-You know it. -Bitch nigga, let's face it.

-Come on.

-We came up out the mud, still got dirt on -our faces. -Now we counting blue faces.

-Bust it open for me. -Bust it open for me.

-Bust it open like cases. -Boom.

Fuck who y'all think is a champ. We truth it built like it's pagan.

They say, -"Peggy, you should open up. " -Why?

They'll leave you there in boat to filet you. I grew up with no money, no luck.

No phones, my nigga, just cables. Late at night, I was watching uncut.

-Uncut. -Thirty dishes for food on the table.

Selling cane if you think you able.

I'ma give you niggas something to pray about when you pray to. God forgives, Peggy can't do.

Niggas out here getting canceled. Me, Daniel plus his beat, check the rhythm, me, that's the Holy Trinity.

God sent me to this earth to help all these crackheads find accountability.

I done fucked so many losers, can't let no one up in my vicinity.

Play these niggas like the tuba, hit the grass and serve 'em that candy.

Ain't we lucky we got 'em? Memories, I can't live without 'em.

Back then, we ain't know we was broke. Dish licking when we ran out of soap.

If you come over, might see a roach. I mean, um, more than one.

If you leave the lights on too long, and then, um, more'd have come.

Fucked up tryna do the best they can, but man, we all still happy.

Sister Annie keeps a-crying, get her hair done with a hot comb 'cause it's too nappy.

Running 'round loud mouth yelling, "Sit down," telling us inside and out.

You keep letting all the air out the house.

I-I came up out my mama house, we owned nothing.

Stayed up on this grind and now guess what? Your song live in the streets.

I ain't stopping, we just getting started, so just stay tuned.

If you thought that it was over, sorry, I got bad news. I'm past you. You're making cashews. I know cash rules.

I, I'll lash you because I'm Matthew and you are past due.

Yeah, some of you niggas is bums and some of you niggas won't make it, woah.

Treat every kid like my son and my kids ain't nothing to play with, oh.

And some of you bitches be screaming out real talk is just hating though. Oh yeah, we know.

Oh yeah, we know.

Ain't we lucky we got 'em? Memories, I can't live without 'em.

Back then, we ain't know we was broke. Dish licking when we ran out of soap.

If you come over, might see a roach. I mean, um, more than one.

If you leave the lights on too long, and then, um, more'd have come.

Fucked up tryna do the best they can, but man, we all still happy.

Sister Annie keeps a-crying, get her hair done with a hot comb 'cause it's too nappy.

Running 'round loud mouth yelling, "Sit down," telling us inside and out.

You keep letting all the air out the house.