What life has done to those like you and me
Yeah yeah
Yo listen
Just know I've been going through
The hardest shit
Got thrown in jail
Jumped
Robbed
Hit by a car
And shit
Most would give up
With the bad luck
And all the scars of it
They never got my face
Thank God
I take harder hits
And take the pain
And make gain
And make large of it
Survival's been a part
Of my names reign
I'll never quit storming
I'll take your lightning
And your bolt so just screw
These nuts ain't pushing
They get wounded
And get caught up
My scars are magic
Like I'm Harry Potter's daughter
Or better yet his father
Who re-birthed and served cowards
With the thought of
Turning repression into power
There's nothing you can do to me
You gotta kill me first
And I don't even live in your world uhuh
These street similar similac
Babies won't grow
So they stunt scheme and thieve
All while weakening
Your tangible dreams
The biggest fear you should have
Is not eating your dreams
Cause it's the people
Got small
Killing your life and your means
They say the streets are so cold
They getting by with do you
Yet Hip Hop idols Barbie and gangster
We came to
By self-destruction
Gangster is the perfect entertainer
No wonder he can't find a good woman
And maintain her
Free speech and free choice
What pictures are we carving?
Barbie's fake occupations
Leaving real girls starving
Not to mention
What they'll do for the fake
That will scar them
Just feed them your actuality
They're far from
Write their worth off with you
Besides you got spun
No pain no gain
Is how it is
Is what you done done
And she's a model
But my talents
Will never stop walking runway
Clearly, sell-out attitude
And flesh Is only one way
They wonder why I mention girls
Instead of taking their man's
Because I know like Obama Mama
Yes I can
Teleprompter, if I only had
A studio in my head
I'd skip the in-between
And broadcast you instead
But this code-red thing called society
Needs an interview
Before they can hire me
Before birth mom
Saw me flickering light
At the end of her tunnel
Ever since I heard it young
My dreams could never be funneled
Or bottled or model or follow
Just hollow
And Lonely Girl Dreams it seems
And Lonely Girl Dreams it seems