Lyrics Unbothered - Dirty O

They counted me out n forgot the Florida ballots
Fuck a bitch out of LIV that's my Florida challenge
I heard it was 500 that brought ya fortune damage
I was taught that a ounce can change ya circumstances
So many years on the strip we close to our licks
Fiends crying on the block that cancer got her daughter sick
Just to cope with the pain she smoke a cancer stick
My bitch born in July so we take a cancer trip
I hearing em talking big paper but lack the fashion sense
He ain't catch him no body he just got mad attempts
I'm so convinced how I rap can touch a person soul
Before my jump to the pros I was moving sugar bowls
Highly recruited out a city they don't make it from
My nigga 33 n 3rd with a naked gun
First they claim to be real and then the statements come
Through the temple of doom I became the chosen one
Poppy pull up and drop I don't even ask the price
He hit me with that early ye all I see is flashing lights
Not the lights to the ops the lights to success
The devil wear leggings in the hood she can't afford a dress
It's not the fact that we dying it's the shit we dying for
They pray the black man be extinct just like the dinosaur
If they put us in brackets you miss the final four
They never drive ya body through the hood for that final tour
It's obvious I'm up when you check the final score
Jack me for a nickel son ya head go through that Bible door
Traumatized from life it ain't no fixing it
A bunch of knowledge in my verses yall be missing shit
Poor kid crying Christmas yall don't be getting shit
My nephew writing free dad when he make his Christmas list
That's real pain nigga

Niggas tweaking melatonin homie really sleeping
I was thinking way too shallow now I'm in the deep end
The love was easier to gain it's much harder to keep it
I'm doing good I only pray that my father can see it
I'm Sir Charles how my niggas took charges in Phoenix
It's covid and this money been looking egregious
I perform in front of VR fans in arenas
It's No gimmick nigga
I told my son the world is yours go and get it nigga
I'm just wit my niggas puffing heavenly
My niggas going all in every time they bet on me
Pull up in a Ford Mustang from the 70s
Crib wit the mezzanine
Niggas won't let me breathe
Bitches won't let me leave
Especially
When the money growing off of apple trees
Bad bitch
Half Spanish yea half Japanese
Got it out the hood all from hustle we ain't have degrees

When you risk it all ain't no question
Where da time went
I got day 1's and we Don t speak much
But that's so irrelevant cause they ain't relevant
In my thought process but its all love
You cant bring everybody with you
That don't make you not official
Not trying to bite that hand that feed you
That become the issue
This the NBA finals you balling like its la fitness
Like you don't see we over here winning
Nigga super clumsy always tripping
Lacking the tactics of becoming the main attraction
Not lacking the talent but lacking the drive
Lacking the fact
Grown man without a pot to piss in feeling entitled
That's internal contradiction you killing yourself inside
Shorty you high or something
Ain't no future in fronting
Niggas always pocket watching and side talking
Gone lead to destruction fucking up the function
You want the extra attention you all kind of bitch
You a 28 grams I'm 448 grams the bag diffrent
I can fit in your space without taking a loss
So you Overstand what I'm on
It's difference between a man and a boy