Pi’erre Bourne
XXL Freshman Freestyle: Lola Brooke
[Verse]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
They don't make 'em like me no more
I was raised in the house, we could never lock doors
Lock jaws, talk to the feds, that was not law
Step-pop, kept the glizzy in my room, top drawer
I ain't tryna say I'm any different
But if the city see me win it's gon' feel different
I know they tired of seeing me underrated 'cause I'm gifted
But suckin' dick to the top, I am not with it
Now I got my family talkin' 'bout me instead of helping me out
I thought rumors come from enemies and not from the house
Talkin' 'bout I could have been signed, could have had clout
I thought only thirsty n***as want my puss' in they mouth
'Cause actually I turned deals down that didn't match for me
Team Eighty full of real n***as, that's a factory
Think I'm nice now, in a minute, I could imagine me
So if you talk about that bag that's running after me
Realize my mother was poor at the age of 18
Bills stayed paid, but it wasn't what it seemed
She gon' feel offended, Section 8, know what I mean?
I just feel your lifestyle should be more like your dreams
Bein' a only child got lonely
I was losing homies, lost my big homie
And he ain't even brought it back so he could come and hold me
So I built a family in the streets 'cause it felt a little homey
Did some unlawful things, record's still clean
Never thought to prove myself to any human being
Bit me in my ass when I thought I knew everything
When my mother sent me down and turned my father turned a fiend
'Cause this my life story, my n***as done take life for me
And this they life story, I don't want my n***as doing life for me
I don't