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letra de no filter freestyle - smart

no filter freestyle lyrics
[chorus]
sometimes i feel like a motherless child
sometimes i feel like a motherless child

[ verse 1]
sometimes i wish i would’ve came from a different p-ssy
c-section, even in birth she didn’t push me
every other week you got a new man in the house
you got the nerve to point to him like he the man of the house
and they all wanted me to call him dad
they all wanted me to call him da-
i grew up confused, i got beat til’ i was black and blue
and you wonder why i’m in school actin’ a fool
cuttin’ class pickin’ fights couldn’t follow the rules
free lunch won’t cut it i’m still hungry i need food
hooked up with darryl
selling weed now mama, i’m making moves
yeah mama i’m making moves
you put a [?] left me in the system
plus you ain’t call back
that ain’t love what you call that
if you ain’t want a son mama, sh-t
you should’ve left me in that b-llsack
two sides to the story, but i ain’t having it
too many demons inside i gotta battle with
f-ck whoever tryna play devil’s advocate
y’all don’t understand how real this is
i was just a kid i was only 5
had to look my momma in the eyes
half sleep, half high
and you wonder why i’m outside
smoking weed, pistol in my pocket, throwing up gang signs
you’re a junkie mama how you gon’ demand respect
i guess you beat me cause i looked like the man that left
a spittin’ image of my daddy huh? that’s why you slapped me?
can’t nothing please you, you ain’t never happy
straight a’s on report cards getting ripped
christmas, birthdays i ain’t get sh-t
every man i see you with call you b-tch
this is what i deal with
[chorus]
sometimes i feel like a motherless child
sometimes i feel like a motherless child
sometimes i feel like a motherless child
sometimes i feel like a motherless, child

[ verse 2]
it feels like god cursed me and my brothers
cause all i do is suffer
and the pain came from my mother
a rose won’t grow from this concrete
roots getting pulled out, pedals getting stepped on
you came home high, beat me half to death said that i slept wrong
bl–dy tampons, empty bottles of liquor, crack valves on the same bed i slept on
how the f-ck could i sleep wrong?
you got me laying on a bed i could barely even sleep on
bottles on the floor, roaches on the wall
i’m looking at the sky like [?]
god gave me this talent
all i wanted was love my father wanted to f-ck [?]
i’m a king, not a n-gga please
lord make [?] while the trigger squeeze [?]
umbilical cord filled with hennessey
dope in my mama veins, passed to the first seed
lord am i worthy?

- smart

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