Scraps lyrics

Babies killing babies, people starving in Haiti

Men nutting in women then disappear for the baby

Promoters acting shady, a bunch of em no Brady

Jail full of our brothers, cause fathers was way too lazy

Real struggle been through the trenches

You haven't lived my life

Eat half the can good in the morning

Then eat the other half at night

They don't know about the fighting, they just know 100 likes

I'm just tryna find the light but this tunnel not too bright

Big money with me but don't shop at Givenchy

I do not support them stores

Remember times I ain't have a dime

Me and bestfriend sharing clothes

That's just how the shit go, I don't stop I just go

All I thought was get it either way

Never cared if I was called a hoe that was irrelevant

All got skeletons, feelings not delicate so just settle it

Brought out the ghetto now tryna be elegant

Dropped out but the streets made me intelligent

I done seen it all so what's new?

Been dogged out my whole life like Snoop

Niggas love lies but they hate the truth

I'm only at peace when I'm in the booth

I don't trust none on my Moms, niggas life scammers and cons

Niggas claim they gotta real bond

Till one get locked up with a bond

Real preach, gotta talk to em like a speech

And let a hoe tell anything I say

I'm at her room door it ain't sweet

And I hate my father in the worst way

He forgot more than my birthday

He ain't did shit since the 1st day, bird nigga let him chirp away

It's hella times we done got kicked out

Went from the box from living in a big house

Can't forget the days tryna make a way

Walked in the corner store for a discount

We was out there scrapping up quarters

Backpack on the streets like Dora

Don't look down on others that's shorter

Had mo tears than we had water

We was out there scrapping up quarters

Backpack on the streets like Dora

Don't look down on others that's shorter

Had mo tears than we had water

What you know about not washing clothes in months?

Or no tissue on the rod if your nose will run?

No pot to shit in so you hold the dump

The problems we bout to face is the goal for Trump

It's over, I ain't talking breakup man

Why every time I need something phone breakup man?

Why loved ones in the ground won't wake up man?

Cause niggas gang, gang, gang they wanna shake up hands

That ain't bout to make you look cooler

Ya'll making mo mistakes than bloopers

Motherfuckers gotta think about they future

These niggas perpetrators like Future

You know me I ain't holding shit in

Real fucked up world that we live in

That $20 for her baby milk, she done took that shit

And done went and got a fill in

Becomes repeatable, unbelievable

Now she ain't got custody I hate it when people so agreeable

Shorty cut it with the fuckery

Dark skin or light skin, you still African-American

Society got ya'll fucked up, ya'll out here comparing skin

It's a fucking shame ain't shit change

We ain't representing like we should

Cause it still remain gotta tuck yo chain

When you step a foot up in the hood (or get robbed)

Make a way if you could, make sure yo fam good

Ain't have a door to knock on when I needed help

Just had hope knocking on wood

Old folks intimidated by the generation

Cause these youngins don't follow obligations

Job application need pronounciation it was too much slang in the conversation

Gotta get professional on the spot, that one shot is all you really got

No Dalmatian fuck one house I'm tryna own 101 spots

We was out there scrapping up quarters

Backpack on the streets like Dora

Don't look down on others that's shorter

Had mo tears than we had water

We was out there scrapping up quarters

Backpack on the streets like Dora

Don't look down on others that's shorter

Had mo tears than we had water

• Artist:CupcakKe
• Album:Queen Elizabitch