Lyrics Bastard Child - Raykatanna feat. Qbdawizard

This for all for the people
Who been counted out and slept on
I just keep on working
While I let em get they rest on
I'm the type really wear my heart
Up on my sleeve
They try and take advantage
Of the people like me
I can't let em
I'm rebellious
With some felons
Who tote weapons
Hunnid shots
30 seconds
Leave a nigga
Ona stretcher
Go to hell
Go to heaven
Wanna talk
See a reverend
Now I'm back
And I'm better
Heart cold I won't sweater
Write a letter nigga
To my dogs down the road
10 toes won't fold
Being fake became new
Being real became old
Only old as my mental
Drippin on minstral
And when you make hits
Then they miss you
Not the type to IG diss you
Cause why be little
A nigga who can only think simple
That's like comparing
Kings to a peasant
Owner to a tenant
Leave a nigga leaking
Ona Cement
Cement or some concrete
Grew up on a wild street
If I got a plate
Then everybody eat around me
I was taught to never
Do yo dirt where you lay at
Keep a forty orty right there
Where my waist at
Click Grr bow nigga
Where yo face at?
I know I am laid back
Please do not mistake that
For weakness
And we stay on offense
Cause that's the best defense
Niggas want beef
I'll turn em to a vegan
Palm angel off white
When I'm feeing decent
Drippin out the sink
But I ain't never drinking
Led in the water
Welcome to the deep end
I am for my city
What Lebron is to Cleveland
Yes I do wear glasses
But the blind isn't leading
Manifesting greatness
Eyes close I can see it
Never say you love me
Because I don't know the meaning
Nothing in life worth having in this life
Come easy
Thats why I go hard
And gotta go harder
Don't gotta work hard
I gotta work smarter
My energy and aura
A balance of my chakra
Cause nothing ever promised
I might not see tomorrow
I'm focused ona future
Like my name was cierra
She part of my collection
If I already had her
And no that doesn't matter
Cause I ain't going backwards
Get fitted for a casket
Death to all the cappers
I be with the steppers
Like a muffuckin kappa
And they put them G's to they head
Like a packer
Now I'm in the fast lane
Ion need a fasfa
None of this would happen
If my father wore a magnum
Im a lil ass bastard child
Ima fucking bastard child

Juice died
Rappin but I'm stressin now
All my idols either old or ina casket now
Im a lil ass bastard child
Ima fucking bastard child