UNDERESTIMATED

I know a lot **** hate, Cuz I’m at where they aint

I know a lot of bitches mad, they expected second dates

Lil bitch do too much, you aint a ten you an 8

Heaven gotta wait, take me when my family straight

I got ex bitches with kids wishing I was they baby daddy

I got the opps on standby tryna make me a casualty

I had snakes in the grass, they don’t last, thought we family?

Pushed me to side like we aint ride when shit got mainey

Bitch I’m that ****, don’t be ignorant to facts

Difference between me and them is how I bounce back

Move in silence, then I strike, energy is matched

It’s fuck you and yo homies, on my granny bitch I mean that

Back stabbed and stabbed back, get blast at

Free Pookie, bitch his books is where my cash at

Weird ass bitches, gold diggers, really bum bitches

Hating ass **** envy me, the hustle comes with it

**** hate the come up, they praying for my down fall,

Pull out with my gun tucked, pray it ain’t a shoot out

Started from bottom, When mama couldn’t pay the rent

When the faucet dripped lead you woulda thought we was in flint

I’m tired broke of being broke ****, might kick down some doors ****

Half da homies dead or locked up this ain’t no joke ****

Light is looking dim, and my decisions costed my soul ****

Had to flip a bag but how I get it you’ll never know ****

Had to raise ourselves, aunty was post with them dope dealers

I started banging blue, when rent was due, I didn’t know better

Said I won’t be shit, but little bitch this is my love letter

Made it out gutter, free my brothers, on my mother

Ex tried to lock me up, I beat the case, Fuck yo allegations

Lying on my name it suicide, the funeral was vacant

I dont reach for stars, bitch the galaxy I came to take it

Underestimated, underrated bitch I still I made it

You ain’t ever tote a chopper, **** die infront they mamas

We used to carrying coffins, filled with the bodies of our partners

Its a warzone in these ghettos, it feels like Palestine, Gaza

**** dying everyday, RIP to all my soldiers

Got no time to a run fade, grave playing with my commas

We’ll see better days, Cuhz I put that on my mama

People dying everyday, funerals feel too fuckin common

Made it past 25, my **** died, god ain’t call us

I seen **** get depressed slide on ops with out a vest

Blew a hole inside his chest, he was dead upon request

We Was smoking near Van Buskirk, before the guns made us runners

Death never gave us closure, when we lost those we called brothers