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After You Left (Explicit) - GoldLink
I made a hunnit thousand dollars this year yeah
That still don't mean sh*t
My cousin geetchie and his baby motha' got into an accident
And lost her baby yet we talkin''bout this ni**a bruce a lady
That ain't sh*t ni**a huh
Dc niggas legit now yeah
See black kids gettin' killed by cops
White man wanna shoot us down niggas started sellin' rock
And who the f**k can stop us now
My ni**a we ain't sh*t ni**a
My old b**ch lost a baby too
Ain't know what the f**k to do
Right before the first tape
Almost killed a ni**a for some foams
And quit this rappin' just to buy her sh*t
Y'all niggas don't know this sh*t
Landover and smokin' dip
Ain't even the half of it
Half a father half a b**ch and half a brick
And have a bit of hope can take you far sh*t
And this just the intro ni**a I ain't even spazzin' yet
We ain't even make it yet
Talk to me like I'm that ni**a ask me who I'm f**kin' now
Momma can't go to family functions they ask if I'm around
Shout my cousin tiana and bless her bless her family too
Look at the ni**a look at the boy that I had grew into
The pressure of fame is gettin' to me already
I can't tell shakir to stop f**kin' around with setea
I can't tell my mama I ain't go to school for setea
I can't tell setea I fell in love wit rahwa first
Do you understand how much that sh*t might f**kin' hurt
That I put her a** third and my city first
I never trust that ni**a que aye f**k I do to you
And f**k dat ni**a gleesh too you ain't bulletproof
Mo' money mo' b**ches equal no problems
My cardiac be acting funny and my soul follows
Went to go gos to meet hoes wit' no fathers
Now my path righteous wit' a light and gold bottles
I never thought I'd be the ni**a reppin' westside
The crips love a ni**a say they rep the best side
Ill rock west baltimore you can meet the lord
See his physical features delete you when you meet the god
Me and my father we started speakin'
Hate my uncle on my mama side we started beefin'
Kicked me out house yeah I was homeless wasn't eatin'
Robbin' never gave a f**k about a job and
Trappin' wit my ni**a sam and start romancin'
Kali we were gon' get married move to cali
Porrah porrah yeah you drive me crazy
Why you leave me baby
Yeah why you leave me baby