Joy

All i remember is feeling different Hard times as a youth and Im still cooking in the kitchen Brainwashed from the truth And the weed on the dash Im worried that a cop might pop a 2 in my ass Niggas getting dropped and left jus chewing the grass And i get it I gotta problem let my bitch go get it Know the work wont solve it Cause the checks not hitting I got a bertha in problems, cause my best ain't it So now im workin im hotter than summer sun rays get I remember days where i was missing Mentally, the left of me was all that i could give i did it Desperately, the rest of me thats all i gave my momma dad and family, Never see the same eyes or my own perspective Use to just reject it now in turn i feel reflective Imma keep on doin me, f*ck if you respect it Imma keep on doin me, f*ck if you respect it nigga