5th Song Starlito & Don Trip

[Intro]
I know a lot of people might not be from where we from
The following may not be my true story...but it’s still a true story

[Verse 1: Don Trip]
Damn
Shawty sell everything in the house
Flatscreens, xbox, shit even pots and pans
Toaster oven, microwave, dvd, children clothes
Even food stamps, just to get a gram
Even pawn her baby bank, powerwheel, enfamil
Shit, she’ll sell anything she can
Now my kid get to eat
But her kids in the street
Well I sell D so I don’t give a damn
Life sucks, I don’t give a fuck
She’ll get high no matter what; I might as well be the man
Might as well take the dope and hit the trap with a plan
Had to get my ass in and provide for my fam
It’s a cold cruel world, that’s somebody’ little girl
Momma, grandmomma, sister, cousin, aunt
Prolly even mine, how I do this to my kin?
Ever since they let the cocaine in we been damned
They been at it since the 70’s, I was born in 85’
Know you want to blame me but you can’t
Momma wasn’t home, daddy up and van
Big brother got killed on the same block I stand
Up and sold dope, all my cousins got slammed
Evidently this is who I am
I was raised off the soul food
Now I gotta get it how I can with the chickens and the yams