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letra de spilled milk - p. blackk

[verse p. blackk]
it’s that n-gga ‘p’, and i am who you thought i be
n-gga with an att-tude so i wear my heart on sleeve
i stayed at it when you mother f-ckers thought i’d leave
momma i’m about to be gone, i get my interrupt on
so momma pardon me
i pray that god got my back
i swear i be caring no matter how tough i act
when i was young i used to f-cking hate that i was black but that’s brainwashing
and having a hot meal wasn’t a day-to-day option
i used to pray often, and then then i stopped
cause god couldn’t answer why moms’ got laid off
when i was waiting for marriage y’all was getting laid often
i am not judging though, i just ain’t feel comfortable
that ain’t stop me from rapping like i was f-cking though
when i started f-cking that’s when i stopped rapping about it
when a n-gga tell me he’s rapping, i doubt it
he fronting, cause n-gga you ain’t saying nothing
i swear i’m the only n-gga that be saying something
listening to radio like when they going to play me something
real, play me something a n-gga can feel
i’m just saying how a n-gga feel
(sound like you crying over spilled milk…)
(sound like you crying over spilled milk. is you really crying over spilled milk?)

[verse fabrashay a]
fame, used to be all my nana wanted
got a little old and realized she didn’t wanted
i wanted a jay feature but wasn’t in the budget
a n-gga like f-ck being famous i came to get the b-tters
and n-ggas [?], let’s keep this sh-t one-hundred
talk sh-t behind your back but turn b-tch when they confronted
i ain’t trying to be a role model, i’m leanin’ and i’m blunted
on my 2 pac sh-t pride thuggin’ out in public
used to be a happier n-gga but life has it’s detours
wrapped up in blankets ain’t got no heat boi
my mommma like fab what you bitin’ your lip for?
toilet f-cked up, can’t sh-t plus we p-ss poor
convicted felons and dealers was all my mentors
talking sh-t to god like tell me what we hear for
i’m just a n-gga with a crazy flow and no love for the radio
but i ain’t crying over spilled milk (nah, god don’t ever bring me a tissue my n-gga)
(crying over spilled milk)
(is you really crying over spilled milk?)

[verse lxe]
father sold drugs, my mother was addicted to them
so dope is in my veins; you can hear it in my music
fool talking about touching lxe
then his brain is truant
i see a brother out in public he don’t ever do it
we don’t see eye to eye, that mean we have different optics
most of my hommies carry the pound like trending topics
and you don’t want to see fireworks from metal
roses can lose petals
please ignore the devil, sir
listen to the other side, where they know your worth
earn your wings, my home girl did while giving birth
she had to leave but her son resembles her
little brother got shot so brother could you pray for me
cause i ran up in the spot and said hold this ‘k’ for me
i was trying to find little shorty’s to move this ye for me
but the grace of god was evident everyday for me
but look, i ain’t crying over spilled milk
(crying over spilled milk)
(is you really crying over spilled milk?)

- p blackk

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