Poor Thang

So close

Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom

Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games

He wanted love, but he only made more pain

Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games

He wanted love, but he only made more pain

Picture my soul climbin' out of infinite holes

Where niggas die over pride and live for the dough

If I survive, then I strive to hit with the flow

Hopin' these waves will pave, but the ripples is slow

And I'm conflicted with no digits to show

But fantasies of frivolous hoes grippin' this pole

The temperaturе's low

But you know that ain't stoppin' lil' nigga from slidin', like the tires on thе whip in the snow

Vicious for sure, I'm tip-toein' around the abyss with sticks blowin'

Piss poor with intentions to glimpse, the wrist glowin'

Face, tits, for rent, owing

Fist clenched when niggas diss, but since knowin'

Lives expire when niggas pride gets higher

Than the vocal range inside, but rise vocal chain, uh

My road to fame is rife with spikes and broken lanes

And tolls I can't afford, but I won't complain

I know the more I gotta struggle is the more I gain

Post-traumatic stress on an immature brain

Leaves another corpse, young pup playin' war games

Now he's handcuffed, old lady sayin', "Poor thing"

Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games

He wanted love, but he only made more pain

Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games

He wanted love, but he only made more pain

You wanna talk shit? You wanna run your mouth?

You want some gangsta's front yo motherfuckin' house?

We'll set this bitch off, yeah, set this bitch off

We'll set this bitch off, set this bitch off (Set)

You wanna—

Here go a song that gets this shit off of my sternum

This nigga back home been talkin' slick, and I done heard him

You get your name goin', niggas like that gon' throw they dirt on

You make you some calls, niggas gon' act like you ain't earn 'em

He talk like he live, but I remember him from high school

Man, deep down inside, know he a bitch, I wanna hurt him

I know that's my pride, I carry it just like a burden

When egos is flarin', beware that's when they close the curtain (Put your hands up)

It's when they close the curtain (Put your motherfu—)

It's when they close the curtain (You pullin' out a gun, nigga? Yo, chill, chill, chill-chill-chill-chill)

It's when they close the curtain (You pullin' out a gun, nigga? Yo, chill, chill, chill, chill)

It's when they close the curtain (You gon' shoot me? No, no, no)

Don't pull out no pistol, run me my fade

Come get your issue, no one gets sprayed

Win or you lose, live to fight another day

And if I take an L, I won't feel no way

Plenty nights a nigga didn't eat, punk bitch

Rent owed, damn near was on the street, punk bitch

Weren't no Western Unions, so you were not needed, punk bitch

All of a sudden, I'm buzzin', oh, now it's beef, punk bitch

Go 'en and pop off, get fucked 'bout your mystique, punk bitch

I knew you way before you was actin' street, punk bitch

Started rollin' with niggas that's packin' heat, punk bitch

You more like me than them niggas, you still a geek, punk bitch

You can't hide it with tattoos on your physique, punk bitch

And that lingo you added, that how you speak, punk bitch?

And you grew up with both your parents to teach, punk bitch

So how the fuck all of a sudden you turnin' G, punk bitch?

You a slave to the peer pressure, you're weak, punk bitch

You ain't claimin' no real section, your street wasn't lit

Man, your shit look like mine, with hella tree trunks, bitch

Moved to Forest Hill Drive, and it was peace for a bit

'Til domestic turned violent, then a key just switched

In the back of my mind, I gotta be somethin', bitch

That's when I started rhymin' and makin' beats, son o' bitch

Way before you was lyin' 'bout touchin' keys, son o' bitch

Heard you say I ain't real, that's your belief, huh, bitch?

Well, look, I'm back in the 'Ville, so we can see, punk bitch

Gonna shoot me the fair one when we meet, punk bitch

And don't be bringin' no hammers, nah, don't cheat, punk bitch

Nah, don't cheat, punk bitch

Tryna lean on that shit, nigga, I want my fuckin' head up ('Cause I've been through lots of things)

Punk bitch (Real)

Punk bitch, huh

Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games

He wanted love, but he only made more pain

Poor thing, young pup's playin' war games

He wanted love, but he only made more pain

Don't pull out no pistol, run me my fade

Come get your issue, no one gets sprayed

Win or you lose, get to fight another day

And if I take an L, I won't feel no way

'Cause I've been through lots of things

Hey, what's up? Hey what's up

Hey, what's up?

Yo, what's good?

Hey

Hey, what's up? What's up, how you been?

Nah, fuck

Your call has been forwarded to voicemail

The person you're trying to reach

Fuck