Текст песни Bitter - Mighty , Dubbygotbars

Felt like I never had an option
I could never find a way
Kept a pistol for my problems
And some Henny for the pain
Had to stop with the excuses
Or I'd never see a change
Life had gave me lemons
And I turned that shit to lemonade
I remember them days
As a youngin
Was stupid and shit
But I had to go find me a way
Momma raising three kids
And she ain't really have it
So I had to go find me a way to get paid
And the way I got to it
Was I had to do shit that
That cannot be proven
But I shouldn't say
And I know it was foolish
But you would be stupid
If you in my shoes
And you ain't do the same

Now I'll probably cop me a chain
Or I'll probably cop me a jag
And lately been coming in first
There was times I was coming in last
A lot of my niggas was fake
And no I'm not saying I'm mad
And I am not saying y'all pussy
I'm just letting the cat out the bag
And you know what they say about curiosity
Pocket watching trynna peep my property
Poor performance but I practice properly
Ain't no opps when niggas obsolete
Question everything
Like I'm Socrates
Catch me dripped out in a Soccer-tee
Shorty gonna kick it and she get to stripping me
This a soccer tease
And a robbery
Cuz I'm taking her soul
And people be claiming or thinking they know
About mighty
That's highly unlikely
But watch what you say
Cuz I won't take it lightly
When talking in private
I'm fully aware
So I'm moving in silence
You better be careful
When popping ya tonsils
I'm tired of hearing the shit
And then dealing with it
But but I'm l never gonna stop
Till you feelin' this shit

Felt like I never had an option
I could never find a way
Kept a pistol for my problems
And some Henny for the pain
Had to stop with the excuses
Or I'd never see a change
Life had gave me lemons
And I turned that shit to lemonade
I remember them days
As a youngin
Was stupid and shit
But I had to go find me a way
Momma raising three kids
And she ain't really have it
So I had to go find me a way to get paid
And the way I got to it
Was I had to do shit that
That cannot be proven
But I shouldn't say
And I know it was foolish
But you would be stupid
If you in my shoes
And you ain't do the same

You couldn't rock my Adidas
Got people around me pretending
They something they not
I told em to stop trick-or-treating
That shit out of season
Some of y'all due for a beating
I bully the meanest
Don't matter the weight you been pulling or pushing
You soft as a cushion for furniture seating
That even the Salvation Army ain't keeping
I mean it
Remember there's always tomorrow
Don't see no one trynna get even
What's Poppin
I'm talking like Harlow
Cuz I don't got patience
For all the bologna
I don't hit the deli
Ain't feeling a hoagie
Until Mighty showed me this shit
And I noticed the subs explode
And I told him to leave me a space
I'm dealing with demons
Only know how to fight em with music
I know you can't see them
And never will
They elusive
Everybody got something they battling
So when I found out what was happening
I made me a way
Still at it today

Felt like I never had an option
I could never find a way
Kept a pistol for my problems
And some Henny for the pain
Had to stop with the excuses
Or I'd never see a change
Life had gave me lemons
And I turned that shit to lemonade