StoryTime

I don't know, I don't know the situation I didn't ask When you come from a war-torn country In order to survive you have to have some fucked up mentality You know? You have to be like the animal kingdom You've got to fight, or flight You gotta have that. Women and men Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yea Yeah yeah yeah yea I'm feelin' alright, wanna roll another J Know I got a couple thoughts Twist 'em up and roll 'em away And blow 'em away Already there, Aww yeah Got a problem that I solved, I just blew it in the air Ayy Tickin' time on her mind Eyes leaning just thinking Head to the clouds so the memories creep in Comparing past lives to the ones she chose to lead It's like she got away with murder Bitch, Annalise Keating Climbed a couple mountains, probably fell down three She'll never get to the top is what the haters gon' say No Photoshop, bitch she making real change Bitches think but never know how the story unfolded I got a story to tell I got a story oh, I got a story to tell I got a story to tell Head to the sky, goals beyond measure Eyes on the prize 'cause in mirror there's a treasure Went from houses to couches not looking for no vouchers Barely 19 trying to survive without shelter After the sunset, she get ready, put her weave in Diamonds on her nails, 9-inch on her feet Throw the cash on the floor It's in her bag when she leave They'd front when she was broke Got rich now they fiendin' Chasing expensive dreams, copped a habit for that green Gotdamn a nigga fiendin' Now what she gon' do when the game change? Stack her stash She leaving Packed her pockets, she was paid but not proud of it But never fell victim to pussy, power, or politics Kept stackin' her bread and then invested into college Salute the Salutatorian Graduated with honors Magically melanated, should've been born in Wakanda 2.0 version of her fine ass mama Used to be greener than an ounce of marijuana Now she done earned her stripes She a tiger in this jungle No Biggie, just a Southside girl up in his city Damn, shawty got a story to tell I got a story oh, got a story to tell I got a story to tell Damn Daddy, damn Daddy Where you at? She been wildin' in these streets Her momma probably looking back like Why I even fuck his irresponsible ass? Blowing trees With her girlfriends Reliving the past Father barely present Except for Christmas presents She begged him to do better but His best was just empty promises and cash Break his word like it's glass Busy being upper class The nerve to expect a pass Should kick his sadiddy ass Sleeping by the phone, she chose patience for her Pa Till she learned the hard way to stop expecting his calls Hardly Home Alone, but still feel like Macaulay Cul' Wasn't long till her abandonment issues went unresolved Wasn't long till the powers that be had become involved Hospital stays, forced medication, and broken laws Self-destruction, fear of abduction, ambulance calls Turned her momma's hair grey She put JuAnna through it all Went from shaking ass to rocking crowds in France Shaking her braids, damn That's a long way from Iverson Mall And that ain't even half the tea, Arnold Palm' Fought wars, but the battles made her strong Understand she's no Biggie, just a Southside girl up in his city Damn shawty got a story to tell I got a story oh, got a story to tell I got a story to tell