NO Christmas

Before he got a gift he bought a smith n Wesson These my confessions I be talking to em like a reverend I’m bout end then year wit a bang Ain’t no Christmas’s where I’m from Them babies slinging that cane Mama said it ain’t no love in these streets I been taking different drugs just making love to the beat All them shootouts as a kid dun turned a boy into a beast I’m a beast now Used to make noodles Beni hannas where we eat now I gotta write I can’t freestyle How it’s stop the violence if they not putting they piece down Niggas say they rappers but I ain’t hearing they weak sounds Niggas cuffin bitches that only come when the weed round If you beneficial like some feens they gon use you Stack bread Watch them bad bitches wanna do you Watch who start to fade like Kobe when shit get crucial You don’t like my music suck a dick where the Bluetooth You gotta ball hard or you play the bench You gotta Be Santa Claus or you play the grinch Thank god for the good days I could touch Hollywood but I be in my hood ways She ain’t worth much she Gon f*ck me for some new jays I don’t even drink but when I do it be the dusse Call up money wop you know he balling just like 2k Gamble wit my life I really hustled on a Tuesday Lotta shit could change in a New York minute They tried to catch me slipping but I’m too stuck on my pivot Just a baby from the trenches wit no guidance or no feelings Ain’t no Christmas tree or Christmas lights Youngin drinkin dirty sprite Always Having nightmares bout my parents when they used fight