Cold Christmas King Lil G

[Intro]
I wish I could show you my photo album growing up
One bedroom apartment, Shit was hard

[verse 1]
When you drop new songs they relate to
All your close friends wanna go & hate you
That's when the police wanna go & raid you
And all the pretty little bitches wanna date you
I motivated me, no one else did
Apartment seven, that little broke kid
Wanted toys, my moms can't afford it
My mama's love became more important
All I ever did was eat rice and beans
I appreciated those types of things
Faded pants, no designer jeans
That's when I said "Fuck that! Man I'd rather dream."
Maybe I don't wanna be broke
Maybe I don't wanna keep sleepin' on the floor
Maybe I don't wanna be sad no more
From the things that I see every week at the store
I'm sorry if I embarrassed ya
I kept complaining at the register
Cuz you never bought me them wrestlers
It's like having things was not meant for us
Thank you God for being next to us
I know some day you'll start blessin' us
I know that's why you gave me confidence
And mama gave me always that extra love