Times changed was dealing with so much painBut at the same time it's alot that I overcameWent from hungry last year now dressing in cashmeresIt's just a bag I won't brag cause I struggled the past yearsI had a empty fridge would eat me a stale bagelThanksgiving Day with only me at the tableNo friends or family, demons surrounding meSometimes I had thoughts of jumping off the balconyBut um, I kept chewing on Doublemint bubblegumLeftovers in my stomach more like pieces of crumbsAround the wrong crowd they telling me "hit the blunt"My father don't want me like we don't want Donald TrumpI was tryna keep it cool for my mammyThem long lines standing in that food pantryWasn't a joke, losing my hopeGot bags under my eyes looking like a wrinkled toteIt was no sleep at all pissed in the bushes, no stallsFound a home then we was gone then more leaves than fallOn my mama this shit was traumaAin't have a solid number so how could we see a comma?While I was sleep it was rats running over my mom feetJust so she could work to get us something to eatLets get deep, I'm hurting as I speakWhen life paid you dust just get a broom and sweepAt 11 who you telling everything was hand me downsJumped and stomped by 20 people while others stand aroundNobody helped, everyday I felt invisibleSchool so grimy the principal don't even got principlesOnce I turned 12 it was all hellRoaming the streets looking for D when I couldn't even spellFighting demons with a poker face like everything swellLet's fast forward let me show you how my life has failedRemember them nights with no lights or gas?Washing up at the sink tryna clean my ass with cold waterMy entire body was freezing best believe itJesus put me here for a reason15, fucking on a man that's 35 good in the beginningThen ate my soul alive fooled myself thinking its loveThe way he layed with meBut all we ever did was fuck and went to KFCIt's sad, I degraded myself hated myselfAll this because I wasn't raised with a beltI know mama I hurt you staying out pass curfewYou deserve to sit back but I overworked youRemember when my music got 11 plays?Mama we here now these the better daysSo I'll be damned if I let a nigga take it awayThey body dropping in a instant like they break & escapeNever going back to them old days of seeing them low playsSo I entertain these niggas like I'm giving them roleplayThe greatest things comes to the ones that waited gotta be patientIt's about organization all my albums got my wallet on Fat AlbertI donate to the shelters money, toys, and flowersWe was in it more than hours the feeling was sour300 people in one household using the same showerPeople got some fucking nerve to be mad that they rent dueWhen people out here on the curb with covers and ripped shoesThe homeless be the ones with good hearts I feel badCause they put everyone first by giving away they lastThink about it!